The Summary: In clinical medicine, the first measure of an individual’s sanity is "Orientation." To be declared sound of mind, you must pass the Person, Place, and Time test. If you don't know the time, you are considered "disoriented"—disconnected from reality. But what happens if the clock itself is disoriented? What if the "Time" we are all yoked to is a digital hallucination? What happens if we no longer SEE the world around us at it is or ourselves in it but we are distracted by images we've made? Hallucinating?
Which image is real which is contrived? Which matters? Just watch...then make more...and ever more...consumerism and materialism without end...
As a recovering painter, I have spent a lifetime studying the POV (Point of View). We have moved from being in a place to capturing the place from being with a model to "got it". Our eyes have become captive to the "Image"—TV, social feeds, and the constant urge to record our lives rather than live them. To become the images we see.
The Forensic Audit of the Mind:
The Image Addiction: We explore how the "Captured Moment" creates a psychological debt. Every time we take a photo, we outsource our memory to a silicon chip, losing a piece of our internal orientation.
The Disoriented Civilization: If our calendar is a "Muck" of historical shifts and political fixes, then as a society, we are failing the clinical Time Test. We are living in a state of chronic disorientation.
The 48-Frame Confession: My "Evidence Locker" is a record of this struggle. It is the visual proof of a man failing his own mandate because the "Painter" still wants to capture the image instead of standing in the Presence.
To reclaim our sanity, we must reclaim our Orientation. Do we see who we are? where we are? and what time it is?
I finished my schooling with a Master's in Art Therapy in hopes of offering a way of healing and renewal through "imagining" and "seeing it". Foundational was the ever encouraged just "express yourself". The bias was IMMEDIATE as the claim was "Art HEALS!" was the hook. But I had seen otherwise. Had lived it too.
Deep into my image making I lost sight of my self (Person) others around me (PLACE) and even TIME itself.
Making images I surrounded myself with landed me in a gilded cage of sorts and fed parts of me I later regreted. Making images has consequences. Lasting ones.