The uncertainty that disclosure of reality is inherent; is what I am trying to capture in my work. The map that my mind constructs is questioned with every shift and change of belief or perspective, and I feel like I’m in an endless maze. The alienation that I felt from my own thinking and acting patterns is something that shocks me. It is ironic to know that there is not just one reality but multiple, in a continuous flux of time and space. This brings an eternal paradox of choice. Due to this, I feel like I cannot align myself with the offered reality.
I stay skeptical.