Mazo's Dream
A room that spins itself into oblivion, folding space and memory until they blur. Mazo’s dream is both prison and longing, cycle and collapse.
Medium: Acrylic and headlight paint on panel, LED lights.
Dimensions: 50 x 50 x 5 cm
Year: 2024
Black.
Grey.
A shadow of, but never quite, white.
The dull spectrum echoes on, seemingly infinite.
This box is a cycle of dark to darkish, monochrome, lit only by the colour from the stories that spin through my mind.
My inner voice rolls wild streams of vivid colour, but my words float out cinereous and ashen. A life-encased; dreams unbound.
These four walls spin with the delirium; faster and faster, so fast that they blur. The harsh angles soften; the square becomes a cylinder, faster and faster until it flattens, concaved, like a picture screen. Everything spins so fast it becomes almost static, all sense of motion lost.
