"My Spirits Within" is a deep and personal psychological exploration, which utilizes a macroscopic approach to producing highly colorful and graphic imagery. This approach navigates the inner landscapes of fruit and vegetables, guiding my intuition through the manipulation and experimentation of the use of form and color found within the living matter; ultimately revealing identities of my own inner Self.
Each image is the result of an immersive process of self-analysis completed with the purpose of finding deeper meaning and understanding of its symbolism. Part of this process consists of writing a short poem for each image as a means to further express my personal understanding of the imagery.
This body of work is about Self-discovery and serves as a tool for healing and understanding. The organic nature of the fruits and vegetables enables the guided navigation into the revealing of My Spirits Within. The freedom I feel in making these images reflects my liberation from what is ultimately reveled in my imagery.
Unpredictable. Wildly unstable. The pain now typical. My life but a fable.
Eyes fiercely fixated Intense and stern. Your courage never faded. My safety, your concern.
Skin that sheds. A bite that is caustic. Not one but two heads. My attack has no logic.
Tentacles gripping, In total despair. Head in hands weeping Then clasping for prayer.
So highly aware, Intelligent and loyal. Your departure unfair, Now below rock and soil.
Your guardianship tested. Your presence surely felt. Odds and close calls bested, Humbled me as I knelt.
Transformation, A noble trait. Kisses of temptation Led by loving fate.
My sickness lifted, Into you it now lives. My health now re-gifted, Healing your life gives.
Strangled and burned, Falsely accused. Your neighbors not concerned. His powers, abused
Fearlessness en-grained Power surely felt. Passion now unchained A decent hand has been dealt.
Your slithering tongue Allusive and cunning. My last song sung, Your strike not becoming.
Something ancient you are Wise and omnipresent. Saddened when seen afar, Observing such pungent resentment.
Both hunger and prey, Obstacles to overcome. Finding pleasure in today, Something foreign to some.
Silent you were When trouble was present. Always never sure. For that, there's resentment.
Powerfully intense Yet chaos under control. My weaknesses you can sense, As well as the purity of my soul.
A warning of death And a reminder of life. Thankful I am for breath Your torment, my strife.