Paintings: Palenque, Mexico

After traveling to the Jungle in Palenque, Mexico… I thought to myself, “this is where I belong. This is the home for my Soul.”

My mind is a Jungle. A Jungle of thoughts, that is strangled, similar to the vines that wrap so elegantly around the trees. I ingested magic mushrooms underneath Summer’s breath.

and painted.

Painted.

Painted.

So much, that I left the paintings at the Air BnB.

“I almost feel like I am grasping onto society, very, very tightly. I almost feel scared to where my mind is taking me or where I’m taking my mind.

Have I done too much Psychedelics?”

Untitled Jungle Painting
“unknown size”
2019
“Mental illness is a reality. It’s neither good nor bad from our societal reality. It’s just simply, it’s own reality.”

Untitled Jungle Painting
“unknown size”
2019
“What kind of reality am I actually creating for myself?

I feel so Aloof.”

Untitled Jungle Painting
“unknown size”
2019
“It seems like all the paintings look the same. It seems like my mind is figuring itself out,

mingling with itself.

The Jungle is magical. It changes everyday.

Our mind changes everyday…”

Untitled Jungle Painting
“unknown size”
2019
“The vividness of my dreams don’t allow me to sleep. I feel, I touch, I taste in my dreams.

Does my consciousness travel to another realm?

I just… crave for a good nights sleep.”

Untitled Jungle Painting
“unknown size”
2019
“It turns out that I’m actually smaller than my ego perceives…”

Untitled Jungle Painting
“unknown size”
2019