What is freedom and are artists truly free? Or are they as free as the limits of their own imagination, and does imagination have a limit- or is sky is the limit. If sky has a limit what about the stars, what about the galaxies? Is their life on other planets? Let’s just think of Mars for the moment. The vibrant fiery reds mixed with sub -100C glacial ice- the evidence of these contracts are as illustrious as yin and yang- good coexisting with evil. So the artist floats between two stages- the real and the imaginary world- she travels to space but plants her feet on the ground.
Can you mentally be blond but have brown hair- or vice versa- or is what we see the true color and representation of everything. Her name can be Carmen, no, it can be Hilda. They say it doesn’t matter who you are, all it matters is that you are happy- but what about the link between identity and happiness- is it really imaginary.
The Artist paints the boundaries.
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