At times like these I feel I’m singing out into the great gaping void of the universe. Casting my thoughts and ideas out into the nothingness. I sat in the garden outside my studio this morning listening to the sounds of the city breathing and waking as it often does in the mornings and I could hear some birds singing away in the trees above me. As I sit here now working on this image listening to Daft Punk’s new album I feel a tremendous poignant sadness.
We are all self contained islands, each driven to connect with one another right from birth. This separateness is the well from which we project great beauty out into the void. Ironically, it’s also the source of much pain. It’s the essence of our humanness and the singular source from which our great strengths and great weaknesses arise.
I’m compelled to cast my efforts outward not horde them quietly away. I thought I was doing this in the hope that someone else would hear them and feel the same way but that doesn’t feel right. I’m doing this for the same reason I breathe – I need to, to stay alive. I’m doing this for the same reason a bird sings in the trees – it’s part of who I am.
