This is part nine of a series where I attempt to articulate the invisible torments that pursue humanity - both physical and emotional.
Curls and waves gyrate through my mind in the wee hours of the morning. Shifting sands of reality and fantasy, colourful movements and flowing lines light up my mind. I toss and turn, eyes raw on the inside and searing images torch their way through my consciousness.
I know insomnia is experienced in many different ways. My personal insomnia is a colourful, organic mess. Pleasurable torture, frustrating and infuriating, it fuels my ideas for the following day. By 3am, I am wired and ready to dive into the day. Thank goodness for my furry companion, who loves our early morning scamper!
Glazed ceramic with enamel detail.
20cm x 15cm x 10cm