Reminding Me of Self
BeMused by Design Graphics 2011©
[Preface: I cannot sleep….why is why i cannot, and that is all on that matter for now. I made the picture below last year during a multimedia session in my avant-garde comp lit course. Plopping it here to further archive my life.]
And then there was one. The individual cannot exists. There is one alone and thus ‘I’ i dissipates into the cyclic, carnivorous lungs of the ruthless carbon cycle. Gone. Duality is necessary to define one individual entity. Duality is the margin of error for motion. Motion is the breathing space and position between us, defining us, connecting us. Language, words, sound: we sing life, or something like it, in metaphors and symbols we recycle through the air. We are inspired wind fulfilling an inspired mind and a skilled hand through a body and released like cathartic, creative truth aloud, our secret told in one sonorous big bang: the people rise like one thousand hissing bayonets. We are everything that one higher power could be. We create and perceive the sensation expressed with sounds in lyric and song. So poetry is profound, so poetry is so oh so profound, sonorous amorous profound.
The opening of the doors. Perhaps they were always inviting us, cloaked in mystery beyond the physics of sight in the metaphysical realm of belief. Invisible yet palpable and at times pulling: absent and present, paradoxical and engrained in the dimension of gravitational pull like a shadow ahead and around the corner during nightfall.
When one door closes, the saying goes, another one opens. Our future is a blinding white light. When one door closes, the light we unconsciously fly towards refocuses like a stadium light through a pinhole in a clear and new direction. Timing, opportunity and direction. Combined with passion, belief in self and blind faith in the groove of intuition as a compass rose, we will all be okay. I will be light.
I saw Black Swan for the first time this weekend. My two cents: Black Swan is a beautiful and tragic visual narrative. However, there is something to be said about a work of art which tells the symbolic meaning of the entire story without words, without movement. I give you, MC Escher‘s Circle Limit IV and a closer look with his work titled Angels and Demons. If you focus on the white angels will appear; conversely, if you focus on the black, you will perceive demons. Paradoxically, they define one another.