The essence…
The essence of things is so trivial, yet invisible.
- Presentation of Do Pick’s Photo Album
Covered by so much information. Covered by so many conventions. Covered by our desire to see something else. We imagine an image, add and remove parts. Vision lacks all objectivity. Switch places with the one facing you.
They see something completely different than you. Their reality is different, this is yours.
The image, the shifted memory of light in time. Every timeline is there for you to perceive the change, The quality of the present doesn’t change with time. The stoppability of processes is an illusion even if you believe it. Things are irreversibly irreversible.
Nothing is what it seems anymore. Everything is misunderstood. Everything is misinterpretable. They want you to feel the joy of misunderstanding, writhing in the tangled web of sentences lost in meaning. And you feel it, and enjoy it…
There’s no more man, there’s no more woman, you can be both at the same time, as you wish. And everything is purchasable and everything is edible. Everything is for you. Even if not – still.
Shapes… Shapes… We break the form. We ascend. We shout to the sky. We conquer. We transform. We rewrite. We no longer write. We no longer read. We no longer look. We no longer see. Everything is in motion. And I watch…
