It starts with a thought. Oddly enough, late at night when I can’t seem to sleep. Without access to a pen and paper. My disabled body unable to move as I lie in bed. Forced to remember the idea throughout the night into the next morning, making sleep impossible. Jotting down notes in my phone before I forget. Trying to piece together the fragments from the previous night. White screenshot of a note from a cellphone, with markings over top to make edits in handwriting.
Title. Sleepwa[l]king Idea.
[First paragraph.] Remembering the pandemic in fragments [underlined]. [Redacted word] how you don’t remember the full dream floating through the experience.
[Second paragraph.] Pieces of brush strokes and random process of sketches or scribbling while working on the artwork. [Text with a strike through] Combining different elements of bright and dark colours. [Handwritten note beside it] monotone?
[Third paragraph.] The weight of already existing how others were just realizing the experience.
[Fourth paragraph.] The [sorrow realizing] everyone is very much still asleep and still not connecting the events to disabled people’s struggles through and before this. [A line is striking through this paragraph as a check mark.]
[Fifth paragraph.] Glimpse of hopefulness for a better accessible future based on the experience. The hope for humanity though [strike through] no one is there yet. [Added handwriting underneath]
Make it accessible. Audio + text description of everything.
