through a sheet of glass 

through a sheet of glass

There is forever a barrier between myself and the world. There is permanently an immoveable obstacle seperating my being from the land of external things. The window represents this distance, the distance that lies between the world and people. The sheet of glass does not change the construct of the world in any way or alter any aspects of its physical appearance, however it can still be seen as an object and as an obstruction needing to be negotiated. Always before our eyes, invisible yet solid. Both 'seen through' and 'seen'. All the world is viewed as though through a pane of glass, untouchable, unpenetrable.
We can never be at one with existence, we shall remain one step removed from the earth. There is our self and our experiences... and then there is everything else. Nothing in or about the world can ever truly be understood. We live in the solipsism or our individual minds and, to me, the sheet of glass is the visual description of how everything else is outside of us and of how we are outside everything else.
The rain on the window pane emphasises the existence of the glass within the image. Transparent substance upon transparent substance. The glass is seen, it can be touched from both sides but never ignored.
This image attempts to be a chronicle of the experience of living.
The rain also is a temporal thing. It is melancholy yet it is cleansing. It is grey and dull and wet but soon it is over and everything is new. The rain is change and the transient, maybe the rain is each of our individual existences while the glass remains immutable.. at least as far as the rain and all foreseeable rain is concerned. Although of course even this changeless, enduring glass will eventually melt away...

There is always a distance - always a not understanding - always a looking harder and never finding anything. Everything eludes me.