Death emerges from the stormy seas as a doorway to another reality. Like a caterpillar awakening from a slumber to find himself a winged creature, so is our life. The death of one existence only becomes the birth of a new life. The crying eye of the Moon is saddened when she understood that her shining friend would also die one day. But as the Sun dies, it implodes and becomes a black hole, a portal, to another reality, to another realm. So like the ancient Chinese proverb of the man who dreamt he was a butterfly, completely forgetting he was human, only to awaken and question if he now is only the dream of a butterfly.
"Diary of the Chat Girl"
Brooklyn Brush -b[x] Gallery, New York
opening reception Friday, October 12th, 6-9pm.