I sit in bed, on the couch, at the computer, watching tv, searching the intraweb, getting nowhere. Totally sleepless, but extremely tired. I lie in bed staring at things, pieces of light, clouds of dark, while my mind runs, full speed. I beg it to stop, to rest, to break. It slows, I start to drift, it begins again, building to full speed. Thinking of things that I don't even understand where from. I hear garbage trucks, bumping bass, speeders, drunks, police sirens, wind, snow, rain, the cat, creeks in the floor, ruffles in the bed, whispers of my girlfriends dreams, my skin move. My alarm clock is so bright, but it wasn't that way when I lied down. It burns my retinas. I sleep awake, stuck between two places and two times. Night and day, awake and asleep. Where I'm at it's neither. So tired, I want to sleep, but denied. It is night, but light creeps through ever crease and forces my eyes to see. I just want to sleep.
My series insomnia is born of this time, this unwanted time. I photograph the pieces of light, or the landscapes of darkness. Insomnia is lonely, it is sad, it is cruel, it is frustrating. I make this artwork to escape from feeling these things. When there is nothing to see, this is what I see and I give it to you.
untitled image from Insomnia
This one is from inability sleep because I'm obviously not at 4am and this idea crawled into my head, but I plan to do some more of these, a sort of description of my work. I've never been good at artist statements, so I think this is a good way to get my thoughts out there, like an on going artist statement. Maybe it will help me with a true artist statement.
Well, Thank you and goodnight...or good morning.
