Portrait of Self - Unfiltered

What if the truth is what we see of ourselves in the moments between waking?

And if living, is the dream?

Scattered memories, fragmented by the magnitude of our ever parsing minds, converged in what we perceive to be a stable form.

When you rise upon waking, do you still see the lines? 

Have you seen the numbers flash across your vision suddenly on an idle afternoon during a moment of distraction?

Colors are for comfort, but also a truth I pass on from a place I can perceive but yet to see.

This portrait, captured from my mind, drawn through my hands, synthesized, animated, is my truth, unfiltered.