I made this piece after I decided that I was an alien. People do the strangest things, say the strangest things and act out the strangest things. I'm afraid that it's too complex for me to understand it all. It was the first time I realized that some people and things aren't worth the energy it would take to try and understand them.
What I do understand, however, is missing pieces. Sometimes I have input for a conversation that doesn't fit into the social puzzle. Tea and vagina. Sometimes there are people that act crazy but make me think that I am the one acting irrational. Or maybe I am crazy, because I don't always fit in with social norms. Sometimes communication just isn't possible between people no matter what they do, because life experiences interfere somehow.
The Eggies are me, but so are the Truth and the Lies. I feel that I am one of the ones alienated and separated, but I also do the same to others. My theory is that all art is a self-portrait somehow.
