thesaria-art

We talk a lot, as a species, about the night sky. It’s one of those subjects that come up more often than, say, the social structure of bees. That’s just an example. Which is interesting, because the social structure of bees is something. It is an active object that can be looked at. And so much of the night sky is nothing at all. It is an empty box. And, like all emptiness, it is a mirror.

Or don’t listen to me. I’m just a lady driving deodorant from one place that doesn’t need it to another. I only say because…well…if you could see what I’m seeing you’d understand. The night sky is something striking right now against the dark silhouettes of the trees. It’s beautiful.

So much that I’ve seen is beautiful. More than you would think. Even the worse things.

And isn’t it funny that the trees blot out the sky? Physical objects as shadows against the void.

We are nothing if not absurd.

We are nothing.

Alice Isn’t Dead Part 1 Chapter 1

I made a poster for my new favourite radio drama, Alice Isn’t Dead.

While working out the colour scheme I also tested a red version, which is more in line with the show’s logo and looked wonderfully ominous, but I stuck to blue to try to capture the feeling I get driving on a remote highway at night. It’s intensely surreal and I both love it and hate it. It’s not just the dark - sure, it’s scary that you can’t see beyond the small circle of your headlights, and the bush goes on and on out into the darkness all around you, so much larger than you - but you are also lost in space and time. There’s no way to relate the tiny piece of road you can see to the rest of the world, so you have no idea where you are and you just have to keep going and hope it will eventually end. You’re lost in time, because it’s been so long since you’ve talked to another person, and the occasional cars you pass don’t really seem like real people, just moving lights. The hours blend into each other, the road blends into itself and you start to wonder if anything is real.