Sleepwalker

Once I suffered with insomnia for months. Eventually my mind actually tipped over, and I stepped into a psychosis. Years later I find myself having unresolved issues with that experience, and a profound fascination over the concept of sleep itself and how we view this as a normal human experience. Each night we enter a lucid coma for hours, slipping through the veil of reality and undergoing bizarrely interwoven hallucinations. I formed a fragmented language through that exposure, and I need to translate that visually. Initially these images were shot in an abandoned farmhouse, the interior covered with crystallized frost, the structure willing to collapse at any given moment, everything drenched with dirt and decay. The atmosphere was exceptionally eerie, perfectly representative of the stagnation of time one undergoes during a harrowing period of forced wakefulness. I find myself drawn back to the location repeatedly, as if this death infested framework is the ultimate white cube for these works to emerge. As the work started to take form I realized that it is constituting an occurring dream I am having, being stuck in an endless mansion, each room has a door that leads to another room, each new room a new scenario of events. These are photo composites, carefully staged and heavily digitally edited. I print my work in hahnemühle museum etching 350g as Giclèes, and offer them as a limited edition sets of 3 sizes: 30x30cm x 9 60x60cm x 6 1x1m x 3