Golden Redeye
"Golden Red Eye"
acrylic, pencil, marker, ink, vintage Scrabble board & pieces, printed materials, used coffee grounds, art resin
36"x36" on wood panel
We are usually rushing to get somewhere. Trying to find ways to extend our days to do more work, make more money or hang out more. We are told that the early bird gets the worm. Society revolves around looking forward to the weekend while dreading the work week. This piece begs us to look in the mirror and ask...WHY? What is the end of it all? Why do we attempt to buy time with sleepless nights and passionate pursuits of purported purpose? Only to wake up one day and realize that with every gain, there is an opportunity cost. For every second lustfully stolen from the lips of our caffeinated seducer, we lose seconds to their happy ending.
In this piece the viewer looks to the sky and notices energetic musings. They are presented with a call to muster. The piece begs them to enter into the game of life with good intentions. As the mental and physical drain starts, we say all the right things. We achieve, we score, we find whatever measures of success that we deem fitting to our personal journeys. One day we look up and realize that the gold bar ahead is not a gold bar. It is a chasm, a gulf, a moat that cannot be avoided. The end of all things is filled with the recycled parts of the beginning.
Life and death are strange bedfellows. Their conversations are riddled with chuckles mocking the frailty of humanities desire to hurry up to end. The "Golden Red Eye" is a journey that reminds the viewer to find peace, and balance pursuits with patience.
"Golden Red Eye"
acrylic, pencil, marker, ink, vintage Scrabble board & pieces, printed materials, used coffee grounds, art resin
36"x36" on wood panel
We are usually rushing to get somewhere. Trying to find ways to extend our days to do more work, make more money or hang out more. We are told that the early bird gets the worm. Society revolves around looking forward to the weekend while dreading the work week. This piece begs us to look in the mirror and ask...WHY? What is the end of it all? Why do we attempt to buy time with sleepless nights and passionate pursuits of purported purpose? Only to wake up one day and realize that with every gain, there is an opportunity cost. For every second lustfully stolen from the lips of our caffeinated seducer, we lose seconds to their happy ending.
In this piece the viewer looks to the sky and notices energetic musings. They are presented with a call to muster. The piece begs them to enter into the game of life with good intentions. As the mental and physical drain starts, we say all the right things. We achieve, we score, we find whatever measures of success that we deem fitting to our personal journeys. One day we look up and realize that the gold bar ahead is not a gold bar. It is a chasm, a gulf, a moat that cannot be avoided. The end of all things is filled with the recycled parts of the beginning.
Life and death are strange bedfellows. Their conversations are riddled with chuckles mocking the frailty of humanities desire to hurry up to end. The "Golden Red Eye" is a journey that reminds the viewer to find peace, and balance pursuits with patience.
"Golden Red Eye"
acrylic, pencil, marker, ink, vintage Scrabble board & pieces, printed materials, used coffee grounds, art resin
36"x36" on wood panel
We are usually rushing to get somewhere. Trying to find ways to extend our days to do more work, make more money or hang out more. We are told that the early bird gets the worm. Society revolves around looking forward to the weekend while dreading the work week. This piece begs us to look in the mirror and ask...WHY? What is the end of it all? Why do we attempt to buy time with sleepless nights and passionate pursuits of purported purpose? Only to wake up one day and realize that with every gain, there is an opportunity cost. For every second lustfully stolen from the lips of our caffeinated seducer, we lose seconds to their happy ending.
In this piece the viewer looks to the sky and notices energetic musings. They are presented with a call to muster. The piece begs them to enter into the game of life with good intentions. As the mental and physical drain starts, we say all the right things. We achieve, we score, we find whatever measures of success that we deem fitting to our personal journeys. One day we look up and realize that the gold bar ahead is not a gold bar. It is a chasm, a gulf, a moat that cannot be avoided. The end of all things is filled with the recycled parts of the beginning.
Life and death are strange bedfellows. Their conversations are riddled with chuckles mocking the frailty of humanities desire to hurry up to end. The "Golden Red Eye" is a journey that reminds the viewer to find peace, and balance pursuits with patience.