“And heaven, heaven is a place,
a place where nothing,
nothing ever happens.”
David Byrne, The Talking Heads
Sometimes I think it’s gone forever.
But then an image like this comes into being.
I feel so lucky to have Photoshop. It gives me the ability to create what my soul hungers for in a way that I just can’t do in any other medium. I need the strangeness I can create by juxtaposition of disparate imagery, and more than that I need the photographic realism of the image so it tells my eyes and my heart that what is being seen is no longer only imaginary. I need the ability to layer and grunge with organic detritus from the real world to give the image depth and coherence. I need the ability to transfigure light so the image reads as real to the engineer in my brain, the one who interprets space and depth and locality.
It is a way to give my dark soul voice in this world, and for it I will forever be grateful.
I continue in my faults unabated.