Giclee print on mid expressions paper signed and numbered 1 - 50 A3 sizing to be clarified.
 
Meanings shift and change with my work, but...
 
This haunting and intricate mixed-media piece conveys a sense of disintegration, expansion, and the dissolution of form within an immeasurable space. The composition is dominated by fragmented figures—stretching, grasping, and unraveling—set against a textured backdrop of cryptic symbols and swirling patterns that suggest both an infinite void and an overwhelming presence of unseen forces.
 
The title, In the Vastness of the Void (My Ghost Lies in Loose Limbed Disarray), evokes an existential weightlessness, as though the self has been cast adrift in an endless expanse where identity and structure begin to fragment. The void implies emptiness or an absence of order, yet the ghost suggests a lingering presence—something neither entirely gone nor fully intact. The phrase loose limbed disarray reinforces this image of a being unraveling, its form no longer cohesive, mirroring the entropic dissolution of both body and identity.
 
The hands, stretching outward and merging with the surrounding forms, appear both as grasping appendages and dissolving remnants—an embodiment of something seeking to hold onto meaning while simultaneously being absorbed into the void. The interwoven, eye-filled figures suggest an eerie multiplicity, as if consciousness itself is splintering into countless perspectives, each existing in parallel yet disconnected.
 
The earthy, almost organic tones contrast with the piercing blues embedded within the figures, creating a tension between the tangible and the ethereal. The jagged, serrated patterns evoke a sense of unraveling fabric—threads of existence being unspooled into nothingness. The omnipresent symbols and abstract glyphs add to the sensation of an underlying language or code, possibly an attempt to decode the experience of dissolution itself.
 
At its core, this piece explores the fragility of identity within the vastness of existence. It poses deep existential questions: When stripped of form, do we still remain? Is consciousness merely a fragmented echo, struggling to hold shape against the gravitational pull of oblivion? By intertwining personal and cosmic themes, the work becomes a meditation on impermanence, entropy, and the ghostly residue left behind when structure gives way to the infinite unknown.
 
There might be a delay in sending if I need to go back to my printer due to demand.