The ambiguity that lies between image (as truth) and reality (in question) offers the artist a space to work. Living closer to the death of civilization with every birth, every child and every object are the same. History still demonstrates the cycles of realization: the essence of all things is what existed then exists now. There is no direct past or future. Separation becomes a necessary order to cage complacency, being afraid of being and of being alone.
We must put an honest effort into “witnessing” what is within and around us. It’s no longer “art for arts sake”, but art for our sake.
Translating an idea to an image or sculpture orients time and place in a certain way. The placement and arrangement of images, sequentially or other, helps us reaches an inherent space shared amongst us.
Value without desire is absolute.
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