January 20, 2025

Every day I unintentionally train myself with images. We have collectively become good at this. We categorize and judge with the quickness. We are the machines processsing images, communing with the machines we ourselves have created to process images.

Today, I need to pick up this transparency I made for my next screenprint.

The baseline for stimulation inches ever higher. One's imagination can be clear, clean, and cloudless if desired. On the other hand, grime, dust, and disgust easily conjured also. We can immerse ourselves, bouncing around in our mind's eye that has become so finely tuned.

Every great gift comes with sacrifice, someone told me recently.