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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...
When the search of the other became folly, the man mirrored himself in his own hands.
ReplyDeleteAnd what an astonishment was for him to see his fingers terminating in nothingness, penetrating the sordid of space transparency, stained with obsessions.
When reduced the nature of the encounter to the mere possession of the object, the only road to follow was the loss, and yet to lose the only sign of victory, the only way to find oneself.
And it is here that I find the truth of love, the game of shadows and lights in between hunters of alive flashes and preys of spasms. Here I saw the illusion of the need, necessities of the sexes, of being taken to not be lost.
A torture under skin this making of oneself a use, for others, the other, other.
And the paradox burns my soul and kicks in my thought’s mouth.
Because the loss is mastery of realism and yet never defeated, and just by having it is the only 'I am' of dieing.
Then I watch you losing, my love. And in the loss I see the foolish ambitions of who searches one another.
Nothing but a carnal possession of the mind, to humiliate my animal body, with primordial caresses, your lips on my belly.
Till at the limit of senses comes the doubt that having from oneself yet never could be granted.
But you will see instead, what will be the anatomy of the encounter, in that road covered with the unseen, you will lose, losing victoriously. For who let the own body wearing flames, burning in the far away with the first sun,
where the path is to mortal gaze invisible, and to have won in us the hell the only goal.
Give me the freedom of a neat bleeding: The body, only one move.
And how noble is the way of who does not search to find. Of who in his own finding knows how to be research.
And writers, lost in the roads of foreigners cities, may you be your sole attack and only final.
Because when death will take your body I know that you will want to write to her.
And you will want to say to be my other.
That yesterday I lost it all.
That today It’s me to win.