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Invisible. It is not what you think you can see, yet knowing it not to be there. Rather, what you know you cannot see, as much as you know of its sure existence.
Invisibilwhat?
Not just the fancies of the artist's mind. On the contrary, the fundamental structure of physical and material nature, be it spacetime, gravity, vibration, rhythm, resonance..Interpenetrate with the more 'imaginific' ideal, the shapes we create internally to make sense of this unseen cosmos.
Fractals form the tangible foundation to inspire invisibilist research and so
are all the many kindred self-similar shapes that work as macrocosmic analogies to microcosmic reality. Our journey starts with an observation of the stars, passing through the subatomic realm, entering our central nervous structures and ending, maybe, in the contemplation of the veins of a leaf.
The Invisiblilism will challenge our sense's boundaries and our anthropometrical logic's restrictions by representing the Invisible as living matter, a functional and paradoxical tool; a colour as an object of auditory perception, a sound as a visible element and a test as a structure or tangible idea.
To see what the Invisible is we will first have to stop to see what the invisible is not.
Once released from the aberrations of its new age delusional pantomime that has bound it to an hallucinated collective eye, a world of superstitions, we will be
able to start to see its immense mystery and powerful nature, and maybe
even understand it.
Fractals form the tangible foundation to inspire invisibilist research and so
are all the many kindred self-similar shapes that work as macrocosmic analogies to microcosmic reality. Our journey starts with an observation of the stars, passing through the subatomic realm, entering our central nervous structures and ending, maybe, in the contemplation of the veins of a leaf.
The Invisiblilism will challenge our sense's boundaries and our anthropometrical logic's restrictions by representing the Invisible as living matter, a functional and paradoxical tool; a colour as an object of auditory perception, a sound as a visible element and a test as a structure or tangible idea.
To see what the Invisible is we will first have to stop to see what the invisible is not.
Once released from the aberrations of its new age delusional pantomime that has bound it to an hallucinated collective eye, a world of superstitions, we will be
able to start to see its immense mystery and powerful nature, and maybe
even understand it.
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Invisible.
It is not what you think you can see, yet knowing it not to be there.
Rather, what you know you cannot see, as much as you know of its sure existence.
The future, for instance, is invisible. It is there, it exists as consequence of an objective cause,
but there is no way, not tool or unity of language(except the projection of an ideal as an abstract concept, such as art) that could ever hallow us to see such a reality and express it.
A metaphysical glimpse, a mystical experience, a spiritual epiphany falling into the sealed lips of truth in its most epistemological self; a scientific realization through something undeniably divine as much as physical. Such things seem to be the invisible’s appearance, someone calls it soul.
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It is not what you think you can see, yet knowing it not to be there.
Rather, what you know you cannot see, as much as you know of its sure existence.
The future, for instance, is invisible. It is there, it exists as consequence of an objective cause,
but there is no way, not tool or unity of language(except the projection of an ideal as an abstract concept, such as art) that could ever hallow us to see such a reality and express it.
A metaphysical glimpse, a mystical experience, a spiritual epiphany falling into the sealed lips of truth in its most epistemological self; a scientific realization through something undeniably divine as much as physical. Such things seem to be the invisible’s appearance, someone calls it soul.
continue...
So,
ReplyDeleteI suppose to be there with you, at the right time, in the place you chose, but im not, im rather by myself, i chose a dark room to be closer to you in my own way, i was before in a lake, i was naked and i was swimming amongst dragons, i thought to be free, and i thought you were coming to join me, and to see how deep can be the deep waters, then the room became even darker, and i was not waiting anymore for you, i took the red and the white, i let them giuide me, the red dragon, my body, the one i send to you, the one is still unknown to both, and if i swallow the secret liquid until my bones it will be the one, to reach to the sky.
The White Stag, is my soul, is tangled to my flesh and to the darkest colours of myself, it feed me, when i am lost in the wood, and im starving and im cold, it bring me back, it remind me that life is grand, glorious, simply perfect.