They Say You'll Hear Voices But They're Only Echoes

 This is a piece i did over the weekend and am pretty happy with how it turned out. I tentatively titled it They Say You'll Hear Voices But They're Only Echoes. I wanted the piece to read somewhat as a landscape; each line defining a ridge, each color further defining the separation of those ridges. At first glance, they may seem very similar, like quickly scribbled lines. As you get closer though, each layer has a different quickness, a slightly different touch. Each color has a slightly different language and a slightly different fingerprint. It's similar to what surrounds it, yet distinct in it's own ways.


Everything's the same even if it's different, to quote I Heart Huckabees. In essence, the piece is saying that everything is the illusion of originality. Everything branches off what came before it, each line is drawn in accordance to the lines around it. You can never listen to a song without being influenced by what you have heard before. You can't hear an idea without weighing in comparison to other ideas. You can't meet a person without thinking of the other friends. It may not be exact, but everything carries an echo of what it just encountered...In that way, then, it's a landscape of the whole world...by painting one mountain, you've painted a reverberation of every mountain. By painting a ridge, you've painted the plateaus, the rivers, lakes, weather and cities that have affected it. it's an echo of everything as whatever you make carries an aspect of what came before. With this piece and through this concept, I painted everything that was and is...just simplified to a number of lines and colors.