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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...
It's her very hand, but it's like someone else's,
ReplyDeletedark and grotesque pushing inside her scarlet secrets, sex and power against a landscape of reality in flash and blood.
Her hand, an external, extraneous part of her body,yet her belonging,to which she subdued, a potent primordial force that chooses for her and takes over her deliberately.
A spotlighton the hypocritical aspect of media's way to present women's body as an eternal and granted sexual object, something to recall all the primal driving toward a distorted idea of power, using it as the first mean of publicity for any product in which buttocks and boobs would not surely be of any active importance.
In the meanwhile we witness this burlesque parody of social morality and men/women's identification with a "same page" idea of interpersonal relation to a social reality in which, I believe, we have more honesty in a porno magazine than in a commercial for a mobile phone or somesuch in which half naked women offer their bodies as a mean of business interest.
Here there's no a moralistic thought, rather a fascinated conclusion.
Our honest woman in fact simply expresses the reality as it is, with no shame for her misery.
Her body transmuting in her own executioner, her endless lust embodied in her mouth, violated victim of unspoken truth.
If you look at her for a while
she may tell you her story..
And you may even would want to hear it.