Giclee on mid expressions paper signed and numbered 1 - 100 A3 sizing to be clarified.
 
Meanings shift and change with my work, but...
 
This intricate and visually striking mixed-media piece explores the fluid and uncertain nature of identity, belief, and the fundamental building blocks of existence. The central figure, layered with shifting eyes, intricate patterns, and cryptic symbols, appears to be engaged in an act of devotion—yet the very structure of the image challenges the stability of this act. The hands, grasping an ambiguous form, suggest a desperate attempt to hold onto something intangible, mirroring the way personal narratives are constructed, revised, and sometimes shattered.
 
The title, Praying to the Narrative of Self (Particles May, or May Not Be Agnostic), presents a dual inquiry into existential philosophy and quantum mechanics. The phrase Praying to the Narrative of Self suggests that identity is not a fixed truth but a story we tell ourselves—one shaped by perception, memory, and external influences. In contrast, the subtitle Particles May, or May Not Be Agnostic alludes to quantum indeterminacy and the notion that fundamental particles do not adhere to rigid, predefined rules. This raises a profound question: if the universe itself is built on probabilities rather than certainties, does personal belief and identity function in the same way?
 
The swirling, almost biological forms surrounding the figure seem to both shape and be shaped by it, reinforcing the idea that selfhood is not a singular, autonomous construct but rather an emergent phenomenon influenced by countless unseen forces. The omnipresent eyes suggest observation, whether external or self-imposed, adding to the notion that the self is constantly being reconstructed through interaction with the world.
 
Through its vibrant contrasts, layered forms, and cryptic textual elements, the painting forces the viewer to confront their own narratives of identity and meaning. Is faith—whether in a deity, in science, or in the self—merely an adaptation to uncertainty? And if the fundamental nature of reality is probabilistic, how much of what we believe about ourselves is simply a fleeting arrangement of particles, waiting to shift into something new?
 
There might be a delay in sending if I need to go back to my printer due to demand.