Mazo’s Dream - Movement One: Overture

Acrylic on MDF Panel, Headlight Paint on Clear Acrylic sheet, LED
50 x 50 x 5 cm
2024

Black.
Grey.
A shadow of, but never quite, white.
The dull spectrum echoes on, seemingly infinite.

This box is a cycle of dark to darkish, monochrome, lit only by the colour from the stories that spin through my mind.
My inner voice rolls wild streams of vivid colour, but my words float out cinereous and ashen. A life-encased; dreams unbound.

These four walls spin with the delirium; faster and faster, so fast that they blur. The harsh angles soften; the square becomes a cylinder, faster and faster until it flattens, concaved, like a picture screen. Everything spins so fast it becomes almost static, all sense of motion lost.

A flash, I’m blinded, suddenly overwhelmed as vivid colour pours over everything. Shapes begin to emerge from the blurred margins of my peripheral, the colour gradually seeping into some sense of sense.

Outlines form. A glass square on a flat surface. A window. I can see movement behind the glass, where there are people in a room. My pulse quickens, my heartbeat suddenly drumming in my ears, the moisture escapes my mouth and my breath catches. People. Other people.

Two adults sit together, leaning into one another. Between them is a child, a girl, very young, younger than me. She squeals suddenly with delight and falls into peals of laughter. The two adults share a glance and join in the laughter, infectious, complete. One of the adults reaches down and does something under the girl's armpit which makes her squirm and laugh even louder. I feel suddenly warm, and relaxed, a wave of colour fills my vision, blue and pink and red and

the scene fades into searing white and I spin, tumble and fall, the harsh grey walls pulling slightly past the blur. Their laughter echoes and I try to hold onto it.