Suspended Consciousness


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I set out to capture the essence of those prolonged mornings within which we sometimes find ourselves tottering between the folds of sleep and reality. Instinctively desperate to repress full awareness, these lengthened periods can be some of the most unexpectedly inspiring moments. Our brains seem custom to filtering through moods in our sleep, affecting our dreams and impacting upon our waking mood just as the conditions we gradually awake to affect the way we perceive the immediate atmosphere around us. Can we really only consciously experience that light morning slumber when completely alone and uninterrupted?
It seems strange that as humans our instinct is to find a partner – to long for their physical presence beside us before we can effortlessly, and blissfully, sleep. In fact, many of us find that solitude is the only way we can experience this almost meditative state of mind. Throughout our lives we often long for complete isolation to work to our best creative ability, so it seems a shame that as we conventional types come to settle down this state becomes a sort of mental memorabilia – almost forgotten and perhaps subconsciously longed for.

While documenting the feeling and atmosphere of the lethargic brain activity we experience while lolling in our own solitude – the kind we only really possess verging upon the edge of suspended consciousness – I may have ironically starved myself of the sensation. Therefore, in hindsight, I feel as though I came to merely display what could have been.