Lucid Cache
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A conscious encounter with what has been accumulating within.
The pen materialises thoughts I subconsciously hold: words I’ve heard, concepts that have warped out, random people I come across. A form of meditation with no rules to bind me, a vessel that allows me to flow.
The sketch captures my state of constant transformation as I observe and seek, both momentarily and with age: watching survival instincts claw through peers, sometimes questioning whether I should be running the race too? Amongst all the noise, I find myself drawn to and grounded by the gentle, dangerous spirit of nature and beings who revere the ancient. I can’t really find the words yet, but intuitively just feels right.
- Object number
- 029.04.01