Artist, writer, studio assistant, alien

I had a dream recently that took place somewhere vaguely medical, yet soothing like a spa; the lights were low and sunset-colored, and there were people walking around resembling nurses, speaking low and gentle. A couple of them were giving me a tour of the facilities, and took me to a wall-mounted contraption that looked like a pearlescent egg protruding from the wall at about the height of a telephone. The nurses told me they were showing me something called the “Shared Channel.” I put my hand on the egg thing and felt my perception converted into a kind of radio frequency that hovered above the action, so that I watched myself from an overhead, disembodied perspective. I remember a vivid sensation of overwhelming wonder as soon as this shift happened, and became aware that I was experiencing a more foundational part of myself that was usually covered up by fear, anger and pain. When it was time to return to myself and exit the “Shared Channel,” I knew that these unpleasant perceptions would return with me. Still, I felt nothing but complete delight and curiosity to see what would happen next. My purpose in art is to devise objects that act as antennae for tuning back into this Shared Channel.

morganricepdx@gmail.com

Portland based @mrice.art