Packed him in bubble wrap like fine china. Egg cartons on the walls. Cut a ping pong ball in half and cupped it over his eye sockets. A brain in a jar. The mind creates its own reality. Like a dream. A psychosis. When the eyes are defeated the mind takes the stage like a jealous understudy to sense and stimuli. This painting represents a conversation between the inner consciousness and the outer realm. The mind is true only when all other sources are abandoned. I wish to leave my eyes at the door of creation.