Pink Floyd puts a voice to the elusive irony of it. It’s like some wily riddle that I compulsively keep grappling with, even though I know that while I exist within it, it will always escape my grasp
.. Time… It’s is a sly, unwieldy companion that’s both a bequest and a blight. Still, rather than view it as an enemy, I’m trying to figure out how to accept it and allow it to be a redeeming element in my life.
I think my attempts to represent it in my art allow me to express how the absurd incongruity of being bound by it clashes with the core of my timeless nature. It gives me a chance to examine, process, and in some way, embrace it, when otherwise it’s like try to hold vapor or rolling ocean waves in your hands.