The pandemic we have been living through for about two years has become more than our experience with others, but our experiences within our own body and inner selves as well. I HAVE CREATED MY OWN TOXIC WASTELAND. My thoughts are the sewage and my feelings are the poisonous fumes excreting from my body and enwrapping my being, placing me under that metaphorical rain cloud that follows you around, everywhere you go. My own mind has become a hazard that needs to be handled with caution. The project captures the essence of feeling stuck, even trapped in a toxic environment whether the experiences are mental or physical. The green hues feel sickening and the plastic barrier feels claustrophobic. Although this wasteland was created in certain ways, by me, the creatures living in it have become monsters within themselves. The devils that lurk around each corner are independent and evil. There is something unsettling about feeling so trapped in one's thoughts that their thoughts start to become them. You are not your thoughts, but your thoughts can become you.
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