Life just moves.
We move with it.

Our bubbles or burdens extend as far as we will them and momentum carries us as far as our paths are meant to go.  We travel with travelers, we respirate, circulate and populate, but most often feel alone.

The Other Self, however, is an assured companion and her bags are the beast.  They are filled with the dark we avoid and the reality we can only hope to see through the color of rose.

Lately, I can say with something just a smidge away from certainty that while I walk on my path I’m discovering traces of her, as the waves of duality gain upon me with the shifting of the tides.  I’ll take the blame, for I may have dropped a crumb, or left some particle of me to indicate the direction in which I travel.  While I can’t escape that my Other Self travels with me, I have been dodging her pull with reversed polarity.

We all have the ability to regress from light to dark, from big to small, from moving to stalling, or from one solid truth to another more fluid one.  We all live in the teeter-totter world of blinded bliss and reality.  Neither is really better than the other, it’s an eyes covered or eyes uncovered choice and life makes it for us.

Kelly’s work presents us with this struggle of self through layering, duplicates and simulated shadow. Her ability to describe the internal view is both alluring and terrifying.  Her work is one of two truths.

– Visual Arts Editor, Liz McDonald

Goya

Untitled

Exaptation

Foot

Narcissus of Violence

 
DNA

Mutualists

Remnants of War

Arcimboldo

Zone of Polarizing Activity

ZPA

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