Dissociation

Lately, I’ve had this progressive sense of disconnection from my works. I look at the art that I hang across my walls and I feel like a stranger upon them. They were brought to life by me using my own hands yet their creation feels like a mystery to me. I began to realize that the works that hang on my walls are just ghosts of who I once was. All my previous works were produced by a version of me that had different thoughts, feelings, and ideas than I currently possess. I am not the same person that created those works, and even if I tried to recreate them I could never capture the heart and essence the originals hold.