Ashley Mackenzie tackles complex questions about the relationship between mind and body, creating conceptual, illustrative works that stand at the cross-section of the philosophy of the mind and neuroscience. “As our knowledge of the brain becomes more comprehensive, it seems like the idea of the soul exists only in the gaps of our understanding,” Mackenzie writes on her website. Bodies melt like pools of liquid in these placid, sparsely-detailed illustrations as they visualize the inner workings of the mind.
I rode down to the tracks. Thinking they might sing to me. But they just stared back. Broken, trainless and black as night. Climbed out onto my roof. So I’d be a poet in the night. Beat the walls off my room. I saw the big room that is this life. This is my condition: Naked and hysterical, Reaching to grab a hand that I just slapped back at. This is my condition: Desperate, alone, Without an excuse. I try to explain. Christ, what’s the use? Read and I felt so small. Some words keep speaking When you close the book. Drank and just about smiled. Then I remembered us in that bed. Put my ear to the door. I just heard hot rods and gunshots and sirens. People kill me these days. There’s keys in their eyes But they lock from the inside.