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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...
She follows him into the hole...
ReplyDeleteHe runs against time...
He's in late
and someone will have his head cut off..
White, he seams pure, untouched, but he consumes at every second passing.Time.
Full,part,wasted,the good&bad, white, it runs ,a beast of pray, but who's really the prey?
Time's power of capturing us, shining eyes into ours, still, a glasshour of sensuality, ambiguity, deep into a fourth dimention of past and future at the same glipse of existence.
It's the white death, so rightouse, so perfect and powerful.
She follows the white rabbit...
Fast as only life, folly stricken she let him take her everytime, anyway, over again, into the unknown.