Between Drywalls

People are consumed by beliefs and illusions and fall prey to inaccurate and unrealistic predictions. We see ourselves in our own little space and plan out, lay down our desires, and make judgments about the possible outcomes of our situations and ourselves before we allow the actual thing to come at us, if we even allow it to come at us.

Even though a psychologist wrote that in reality, “nothing in life is as important as you think it is while you are thinking about it,” we turn blind to this. We cannot allow the existence of our fears to be undermined and possibly dim the depth of our illusions. We thrive in this.

There is a possibility of danger and a possibility of respite. Sometimes even the mere possibility of calm stands behind the door. But that long stretch walking towards it has people crafting false realities and misguided preparations.

TRNZ draws on that long stretch, affording us the various trials illustrated, studied, restudied, and then focused in frames. From being dead set on juicing out the intensity of colors to gradually tempering the tones of his paracosmic identities, he opens us to another curiosity. It tells us how much we don’t see because we don’t see these things unfold. But somehow, we are placed inside these possibilities, and we wonder where we all stand in this.

With subjects of varying conditions, we study the nuances of their narrative and wonder how much of it is us. In one case, there is an ego defense and a made-up sense of authority over their circumstances. Then some circumstances, miscalculated, are now beyond our control. There is, in another, a control we thought we had in ourselves and then found it has come to sabotage. And when we evade the risk of sabotage, we take cover under pretenses and miscalculated security. And then we wait.

We peer outside the door and watch the circumstances unfold before us, challenging our foresight with innocent vulnerability and childlike devices.

We come to wonder if we ever braced ourselves enough, braced too much, or if we ever tried to know at all.

-Taco Borja