Convalescence

24 x 30 cm
mixed media on photograph
 
When you are resting and trying to unwind, trying to convalesce or after an important procedure. Time will tell and how the return to full fitness will occur. Resting, propped up on comfy cushions, leaving nothing to do except to sit and rest, no chores need to be done or tasks need completing. A joy because it is a pain to move. As I rest my mind must wander constantly thinking of what must be done. The list just keeps getting bigger as no notation of the urgency will ever be complete. To read a book that would be good, the eyes strain and the light is no longer conducive. So I simply stare straight ahead, the flashing backlit images inject into the mind. I take it, I take it, for I cannot duck away, the editing is quicker now and now in HD so real it cannot be imagined, computer generated, is that now the reality? This is some people’s experience. There is no need to think. You are told to feel a certain way, and what will appeal to you after you have become what you are told to be. The only source of entertainment, forceful, horror and appalling visions instilling paranoia that we do not need to see. Our eyelids are not taped open but they may as well be. Pathetic choices of bad and worse, chatter, gossip and distraction. Human interest for the brainless. The majority without the thought of the bigger society and world wider. Disinterested in anything that is not self-obsessed. I convalesce slowly, I physically improve, but on the inside I become permanently damaged, imagination destroyed along the way.