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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...
Farewell.
ReplyDeleteI don’t know why I came down here and why here still I am.
Compulsive desire of creation, unrefrainable appetite for beauty,
for everything, flavours, faces, all the intricate life’s movements,
scents, innocence, vulgarity, matches, flower, scissors, kiss me until I die,
roofs, ghosts engraved in my flash, the sweetest kick in my face, rush sex, back and forward seahorses flouting for my joy, repulsive individuals, unidentified driving force, to love,
existence’s enigmas, I want to test them, the world’s skin,
I want to touch it, burst my body into luminous flames, with my eyes wide open,
one with the blaze, I want to see everything exploding in front of me,
smashing the all universe in a broken glass, I want to see.
Everything looks back at me with animal eyes, starving for a sudden salvation,
preys of carnivorous hands . I had always so many reasons to leave.
I will not leave for one reason.