For me the cone symbolises a permeable boundary; a passage between realms.
The cone is a transitional space, a funnel, a vortex,
a form that indicates flow. Energy made solid.
For these reasons I was happy to invite the cone in. To let it appear as a representation of all that is fluid.
However recently I feel that the cones have been turning against me.
Pernicious flocks of cones are now pursuing me. Somewhere along the line they have fallen short of their original function, turning on me, their creator, becoming virulent and invasive instead.
How strange that my own work should turn against me.
Now I see cones everywhere.