Co-Moon Sense . Feminine Surrealism in Warm Tones

As always todays world seeks good fries and pleasure through a nauseating inertia of yellows and reds; chaos always tries to return domesticated and rehearsed. Lately I’ve been thinking that we just collectively perform the idea of “common sense” as if there were any coherence intentionally shared between us, yet deeper exploration reveals it as a shared evasion. I feel this image is neither a complaint nor a pessimistic vision. Reality may not need us watching it directly, but looking elsewhere: at nothing, at sixteen million colors in eight bits, while climates shift, Pangea rotates again, and we digest the cotton-candy textures of time fully cooked or only half done