Ellen Rogers


Artist Statement

I am desperately trying to find something. My search in the black foam and the fog of my psyche. I see no other way to that place/emotion/world.

I saw it in a dream recently. I knew instantly I would be there again. I hope I am there again. I need to find that place, to right the wrongs, it is the punishment that I need, perhaps?

I can feel a reality slipping away from me, with this drive replacing it, this quest. Where my problems are worked out and my worries are confirmed and made corporeal, real worries walking and seeing, they are deformed and contorted ideas in the flesh (and in the fog), where in there/here even your taunts will leave me smiling.

I think I will get there, perhaps I will see some of you there. There where crows call and forest silences are broken.

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