Homecoming

Oil on canvas

240 x 137cm

When the object of your desire is a fabrication. Real, but idealised by longing, modified by an external cultural imagination.

You know, when you're driving alone on a long ride on the motorway/freeway/Autobahn and autopilot has taken over, you start to think of what is the meaning of this? ....and you know deep, deep...DEEEEP down it is all meaningless...gods, culture and society are fiction, your identity is a fiction, an artifiicial construct, a kind of biological software installed on a random monkey brain designed to interpret quantum energy states into what you think is reality, essentially to make you survive and reproduce. The rest is distraction. Fuck the DNA molecule, I'm gonna stop and get me a Krispey Kreme....

ISONERV 2025