The outside is a mirror held up to the stitching and edges of the painting, hoping to find detail within the reflection that helps make sense of the image.
But what’s discovered is disheartening. Broken love, addiction in all forms, growing pains, and the discomfort that comes from the basic human condition fills the details of a blank canvas. How far can you go until you can’t turn back, how long can something without real strength be stretched.
We’re not looking for answers, but instead attempting to record and represent this universal confusion itself.
Happiness is elusive and contradicting, isolated from the situation and entirely dependent upon it. This paradox can be found in every recorded moment; a bottled up message floating aimlessly, its entire purpose tied to the recipient who uncorks it and finds that they aren’t so alone after all.