This morning I had my tripod ready and my camera charged. I was ready to film another video. Only when the camera was on I froze up. All creative thought flew out of my head. So I turned it off and made this.
Intertwined, tangled, delicately tied to each other.
The same differences connecting us and drawing us close. The different similarities pushing us away.
Electricity jumping from conductor to conductor. Between the lines is where we're most vulnerable, unprotected.
I finished The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman last night and I don't yet know how I feel about it. It's a magical and eerie tale about childhood and how our memories fade into adulthood. It stuck with me. I'm interested to read another one of Neil Gaiman's novels.
Happy arting! xx