About Fear: PROJECTIONS

Of the many emotions flooding my present state of being, I find fear to be most intriguing to tackle as any character lost on life’s forlorn stage or reality screen.

The expression of unadulterated dread, an existential fright that borders of numbness of a comatose somnambulist, as often a short-lived experience in performances, it is an overbearing weight collapsing to any soul.

Yet, like with those characters on stage or screen, these expressed liminal tensions often require mastering, demanding that a thespian possesses a lasting stigmata, that of a specific momentary scream or mutehood which becomes legend, short and often in cameo, this fear I feel is full of power and abandon.

I recall a fear possessing that character who was forced to rape a prostitute in a film titled SEVEN; which was haunting, because it’s undeniable that the actor’s performance bore more weight than what is often credited and lauded as spectacular.

But these performances also bear something reflective of that innate human scepter, or rather inextricably human responses to sources of fear – in that they often rely of mirroring our unknowable reactions to horrors immaterial.

Why The Series

This series of video poems emerged from this sense of immense fear; an uncanny surrender of a comatose sense of self-preservation; more so when seeing that I am not alone in the lonesome fate.

And as our many lives glare at the maw of an eternal abyss, humanity straying towards an extinction of hopes and crafty solutions, these films are my performative acceptance of isolation at hand.

What are reflections if not recollections of time past within the confines of a presence, alone, oppressed by a force immaculate and innocent, yet unbearably torturous to man.

The sheet, a symbol of such an anomalous nebulous enemy that suffocates any pulsating rhythm of life, this virus has become.

And through this act of invading projections of recalled memories, is a form of morphology, where I as the experiment in isolation attempt to piece through the veils into a reality discarded with the outside.

The squarely framed portal to a life of strife and protests, this window to other consequences of greed and rage as epitomes of human kindness, these are moments for which the struggling shadow beneath the covers is yearning, panting to reach and hold again.

A metaphor of the many souls caged with their demons not embraced, a story that mirrors the eternally solitary strife within all, translated in external efforts of defense, especially when assailed by an unknowable and daunting peril.

With these pieces, the artist articulates his own fears in a daunted final dance that piously accepts death and its finality.