I(we) + “It” = Visual InfoPoetics
HomaGrey, I say, a photorealistic yet simplistic rendering of Darian, in his 40s, a Black American Male, with a scruffy beard and coarse hair, sitting left-handed right there before sunrise after a short night of rest still in his all-black pajamas with the hood; his abstract field of vision stares way out there inside the tunnel of his mind outside in the backyard fenced by suburbia; his vision encased in tall trees where the baby squirrels play, and the blue jays flutter, the wings the robin’s mutter to a halt, landing the on the fault line between housing properties. Let a little morning light peek in over the treetops, signaling the end of time where Darian has to bind his mind to the other humans around him and leave Dhark Bard Black right there, in the backyard left with those thoughts he’ll come back to in all due time, in the recursion rhythm and rhyme of inhabits his mind constantly.
