There are moments within time where the “real” is. On occasion we allow ourselves a glimpse. At times these moments can be overwhelmingly beautiful, but what we feel is not; other times we allow that beauty to invade, overtake, calm. The dichotomy exists and is ours to choose – accept or deny. These fragmented snapshots touch archetypal places in our minds and can be at once humorous, forbidden, uncomfortable, and familiar. At times they appear as if choreographed just for our eyes – a personal theater, a poetic verse, a harsh reality, a heavenly feeling – combining the “real” and the abstract. They position us on the fringe of where we are, and where that place is. Fleeting in nature, we wonder if it ever existed.
The ability to sense these moments is within us all – they remind us of the fine line we walk between reality and imagination, the felt versus the known, life and death. Creative thinkers and doers find themselves caught in these moments, conflicted between the abstract idea and the reality of the finished and tangible product. We both create and destroy and become a voyeur of our own obsessions, rituals, restrictions, and strengths. It is these moments that compel us to further explore, question, contest, accept, and deny the realities of ourselves and the world we live in.