“Where does a thought go when it's forgotten?” Sigmund Freud wrote. Where do our emotions go, where do our feelings go? What's it like when we dream?
When I begin to draw, I don't always have the full image, like what's it going to look like when I'm done and I am sometimes surprised by the end result. As is the case with this drawing. I was surprised by what came forth, my fascination with the dream world, or the subconscious, never ending. Is this how my subconscious looks like? Is this how my world is when I dream? Bits and pieces, scattered and yet, organized at the same time, floating at some level of my mind. Boxes full of feelings, memories, thoughts, labeled as things I know and some I do not yet know. Some I will maybe discover and some my mind refuses to acknowledge. Bits and pieces of dreams that make me who I am, tell me about what's to come and talk about my past.
Because the drawing seemed a little rugged, the edges of the paper are rugged as well, to complete the atmosphere of the "dream" within a dream within my reality.
Ink, pencil and acrylic on art paper