My Brain Is A Broken Telescope

Acrylic on canvas.

24x30x1"

This piece is the mind attempting to observe reality while it’s actively collapsing. A telescope is supposed to bring clarity—but here, the lens is fractured, the signal is corrupted, and the universe becomes unreadable. The eyes multiply like intrusive thoughts, stacked and circling, watching everything and understanding nothing. The head becomes a containment chamber, a pressure dome for perception, where memory glitches into symbols, and emotions turn into coded shapes. The orange blocks read like broken language—thoughts trying to form sentences but failing halfway through. Everything feels like surveillance, like the mind is being studied from the inside. This is what it looks like when your own consciousness becomes the thing you can’t escape.