Not having given this little creature a full halo but making it a collection of pinkish reflective waves made me consider exclusivity and possession. How definite an inversion of intention it seems to me. The more wanted something is, the more it distances itself from its intrusive environment, otherwise it might get ripped to shreds trying to fulfill the demand making itself even more exclusive and impossible to possess. How certain states are considered intrinsic but I can't see their value if I don’t counterpoint them with an immediate opposing thought. How does one decide what to take at face value? I wonder if it’s the fear of realizing I’m biased towards feeding my own needs or blind when faced with the worlds of creating or interpreting. Even the word “realize” leaves me in two minds. Do we acknowledge the preexisting thought or feeling as a breakthrough event or do we create it and bring it into the “reality” of that realization? I notice the happiness in people who’ve actively decided to accept something for its true, thickly outlined black contoured defined image in their mind's eye and I envy them. The certainty of the decision and the stock of gathered and ready to use information feels to me, leaves them in a better position to appreciate new material quicker. Is that being inflexible to a new interpretation and stubborn or just representing a position of terra firma? What the fuck do I mean to say? Don't kill, chop it all to bits and consume it, you. The exclusivity of the pangolin is an experiment in observation and interaction if one approaches you. Make your presence known. Let it see you. Stretch your arm out, it will sniff you and decide if to come closer. Don’t put all your meters over in the red. Trust it is fearful and suspicious, especially if you’re somewhat exclusive yourself. Not all halos are full, some are more fluid and dynamic. Firm decisions are not always advantageous.
*size 640 x 810 mm/ 25.1 x 31.8 inches
*mixed media on 260gsm paper
*year 2023
*Sonic Paper - Silvana Dragan
