Images or sucking on razor blades
Images convey impressions of right and wrong of insecurities and discomfort of joy, surrender, belonging or otherness.
Images have no identity until we identify with them by giving them a label.
Grace and disgrace are just thought patterns following pre-programming by command, which is triggered by visual stimulation and compared with indoctrination of prior experience.
The original sin is that we know about it, know that something has occurred and now we can judge it through free will.
Stop searching for Utopia, it’s in a place called nowhere, an idea everyone already had but wise ones throw back out with the baby and the bath water. This is where Utopia is. This is it your foot is touching it your lunges are breathing it.
If you don’t do it I will because I know that you know what’s missing is the marginalized other.
It’s not about stopping you in your tracks it is about laying new tracks over overlooked grounds.
To make something out of nothing is not possible but to alter something that’s been there all along and to give it a new shape that is what art does.
But what is truly important about this is not the art as a result but the process that informs the shape of things to come because the things learned in the process are the things that are going to alter our reality for the better.
Every new idea leads to another where old ideas are dead ends. Sometimes old ideas are revisited to be reassembled and used as the building blocks of future creations.
Life is a constant update of status. Living means to reaffirm and update ones personal opinion to the satisfaction of our self image and to tell ourselves that what we are up to and up against in our struggle for realization and against extremism in its negative forms.
Extreme painting points us to the crevasses, which are artificially opened by diverse forces, political and religious who feed of our paranoid tendencies to fill their pocket books.
Refraction bounces of our daily world like a mirror fractured by opposites.
And all I wanted is for the light to be turned on in my head.
The battle used to men versus nature but maybe in truth it always was men against itself as seen in the other.
There is no way around it that living has an aftermath and we are responsible for the planes we inhabit. We can’t avoid making a mark but what kind of mark is it going to be when we leave the Earth behind.
Our impact lives on long after we are gone. What lives on in my head will materialize at some point even if I have forgotten about it.
Consider the end of your life while you live it. It used to be paradise but now it's everybody’s playground. Outsourcing has become in sourcing has become a catch phrase has disconnected us to our heritage and reconnected us to a greater world at the same time.
We are the messenger and the message we are expecting to receive. We are the notes we leave for others. We are the markets and the mark makers. Mark my word and asked yourself: what if the space you need to live is taken from someone else’s space to live and survive.
