This work is a depiction of how it feels to live with tourettes. The motion and power in the hand is the same as the amount of pressure in a tic.
( comparing gunshots to the way my body moves when I tic )
On the left is a structure that is controlled and safe, how I consider myself normally. On the right is wiggly lines following the same shape, how I feel when I cant control my own body. At the bottom is a depiction of outer space which I correspond with my seizure. While I was seizing on the ground I felt and envisioned that I was in outer space floating.
As well as metal in the hand jutting out ( shaped staples ) the thick texture of the paint supporting them up.