1091 pixels x 1799 pixels, computer painting incorporating scans of biro sketches.
Date produced: While living at North Brighton (1992-2004).
To look out into a clear cold night sky, to see the stars and feel moved by the enormity of the world one feels, and also realise that one is just an insignificant nothing in comparison. One is an extremely frail, temporary being, dependent on a very narrow range of conditions in which to survive. Beyond ones current life, is nothing. And yet, we are remarkable beings, capable of so much.
Yes, developing ones consciousness can lead to some horrendous realisations and awareness. I have noticed that most of the people that I have come across try to avoid looking very deeply into things, seemingly afraid of what they may really find - it may spoil the fun they enjoy in their safe, shallow, neatly compartmentalised system for getting by.
And it can make one feel so small and insignificant, to think about important aspects of our lives. It is just not in keeping with the modern way, the great American Dream of living a life of illusion and delusion, based so neatly on money and immediate gratification, consumerism, of using up resources without regard for sustainability (without regard to future generations, or other people, or other currently living organisms), of emotional emptiness, of craving novelty experiences, and being fascinated with watching other people putting all of their energy into pursuits that are totally meaningless (and even better if also depraved).
Give me the anguish that comes with a higher consciousness, any day.