alien_to_reality

It's kind of funny to me, how my stuff move more and more into the real world as I feel more and more detached from it. My sixth GRart piece which I named "Alien to Reality" is a photo I took on my phone when I accompanied BB to the dentist. It's really about, what is reality? We certainly perceive it differently. Is your sense of reality more right than mine? If something is repeated enough times, does it become reality? And is it okay to create your own thing when reality becomes stale, boring or even depressing? I know I hate a lot of the stuff going on in the real world and at times finds solace in crawling into my own head. Sometimes I wish I could declare war on reality. But then again I don't believe in war!
Of course it's also a comment on feeling like a freak in this country of Denmark, like an outsider in the world in general. To feel strange and alienated as a Danish person, as a human being and as a male of the species. There is a lot of stuff going on I do not agree with, can't connect to or are remotely interested in. So called normalcy as described by society is boring and sick (in my view) and need a strong dose of medication. This is what art can do for me, cure me and make me feel it's okay to be an alien in a skinsuit. I know I sound bitter and angry, and I know there is a lot of beauty in this world, but why are people so strung out to fuck it up? Anyway there you go, "Alien to Reality"...