I’ve been thinking about art as a way of viewing the world. A way of observing, collecting, perceiving, and churning these independent musings into something visual. Fleeting observations are rather special, existing and ceasing to exist, without any projection of them.
I’m finding importance in capturing the individuality of my perceptions. Almost a desperate need to acknowledge my existence - to make my observations into visual proof that I am here, existing, noticing and creating.