FROM INNER DIALOGUES:
The truth isn't true unless in balance with non_true.
the sense of non_sense.
13/3/2005 Sunday evening
Incredible aural experience.
Perish in dust.
Softly - landed.
From behind a corner
hystery of history - installation,
meteorites of memories sailing through void,
now useless informations unless you don't attempt to re-applicate, don't
repeat exactly the same pattern and you'll find it rather interesting.
The way I would hear, the same way I would accept co-medial existence
of another incompatible language, where any attempt to understand is sabotaging
its own nature.
It is like if you would
like to express beauty of dandelion with hammer.
Compatibility is non-existant.
What I am trying to
What I am trying to understand?
Am I trying to understand something which is not possible to comprehend?
Understanding is parallel level - it is not on the same platform of perception.
Feeling is different medium.
Sound is medium, image is another medium. The relationship is illusionary.
Vision isn't hearing.
How to express unspeakable?
There is nothing to be understood. No comprehension required accessing
this work. No concept executed. Purposeless in meaning. Created as medium
to listen. Sounds are to be listened. [Even production and generating
of sounds is simply hearing exercise.]
There is no other purpose.
Can you look at any image in the ordinary life the same way as you look
in amazement on beautiful master painting? Is it art? To look at anything
as art? What art becomes then? If art will be the reality, the reality
and art is the same. So, why to sustain the reality? Life would become
the art and art would lost its sense.
is expressed - simply - differently [no words].
in the rrrreal audio-worlds
Database of visual support and glimpses from time-scale in various forms
express_ed (= verrrry fast)
DIFFERENCE = Variety
e.g.: (1) species sp.
Unknown formations of molecular systems with impression of something rrrreally
familiar , b u t
(and that's the point where is the most troubles to understand)
a l i e n
Me + identical energy
In between trues & lies
- exactly! -
Do you hear yourself to say something?
tone up or down (= sunset and twilights)
PAINTING is now appropriate.
That's why it is used, when we encounter something unspeakable
(also in some particuliar situations is appears as VIBRATING SURFACES
S O U N. din
In BETWeeN, crawling
noise (CRAWL UNIT)
Again last, always last. And nobody cares.
Don't write, but sing.:
note: DNA = collage
/ completely irregular /
[brainstorm for installation]
the re_ality is off such bizarrrre nature,
that's hard to believe
sometimes I have to remind myself.
Throw in some little action(s) and check out
How do I look (?) and how are others [?]
I think (=thought)
About all, everything, univers and myself in relationship to it, whatever
it is, surrounding me, around and round
pink pong balls, jumping in white avalanche from stoned stairs in first
floor of some another surface of time,
e.g.: different dimension of communication.
Only we are not aware of it.
If we would be conscious about it, we would think more carefully.
"we are close to each other, we are closer than you think".
(sound fairytales for radio lydmuren)
[LYDMUREN = in Danish: sonic boom]
Communication isn't exchange of information but balanced co-existance:
As we are,
Respected and accepting,
inclusive and receptive.
Perception is in "happy"
mode automatically. You don't need even reason to be happy!
the other day (any-other-day, anotherday]:
awaken, half asleep, thinking barely in the deserts of darkness
glimpsed a few centuries of time and got impression of being tired - again
- in the front of doors - closed! - ignorance! - how loooooong timmmmmmme
mmmmmore do you need?
Impossible to connect?
questionssssss becomessssss anssssswerrrrrsssssss itsssssselF!
Impossible to recognize any sort of difference between us
is in the way to yoooou, my love!
Obstacles, obstacles, obstacles
on the path of life,
100s of times
and more, much more to count nulls (=0s) behind in tails of starrrrrs,
falling, falling. falling - all the time - in love, each time I can feel
pain in chest, when my eyes falls in love with you again: everyday is
new to guard - for us,
only you, only us, together, all of us, regarding together into eyes of
bright future told to us from our own dreams to be, how to feel
I love you, I love you, I love yoooooooou!
Missing you all the time, half of me gone in abyss of ocean's depth, uncalculated
eternity of each spark of life, each time it happennsssssss,
When you see another creature before your own eyes, in real world, breathing,
shining on carapax of incredibly magical beetle crawles and you 'll step
over him, hers life is precious as your own,
just IMAGINE for little
turning page (little moment for extra-thoughts]:
And seconds changes in drops of exploded molecules of invincible happinesssss,
when you can sense it - like smelling fruit to butterfly
to its ears, Food! (=nurture)
Senses awakes, conscioussnes wakes up, forgets all about being nice to
each other and is incapable of empathy = that's modern symptom of mass
disease, called AUTISMUS. This illness cut out our ability to recognize
friendly environment and forces us to create illusionary tricks to fool
ourselves to believe in our own imagination as the real world.
This is common also between practicionneeers of ARTs. Any form of arts,
all of it.
This phenomena we could easily call: AURTISM
- us. (note: simply us
as it is simply in meaning of everybody,
completely everyone without any sort of pre-judgment, then truly all creatures
has equal status)
ART SITU ACTION
[Stationnery, fixed within specific chronospatial dimensions which are
one of a few parameters of situation]:
I N V I T A T I O N
Anybody, WHO is rrrreally interested in research[es) centered around topics
of THE FREEDOM within momentary exclusive and all possible variations
of arts (inc. sound, smell,
etc.etc. > see: PERCEPTION)
is invited to contribute with something beautiful and meaningfull (in
any form and dimension of time), EVERYBODY WELCOME!
Situ.Action on slower
surface of time: ECHOES of experiences,
object-based art is second hand experience of creative process,
however_even_in sync. Time-related performance or/and concert, however
organized (free or artificial), still audience relates to it as spectacle,
which is something extraordinary in life and is worth to stop for a little
while and witness,
to witness something UNSPEAKABLE, impossible
to imagine by one single human being: miracle! - proof of intelligence!
Understanding. Comprehension. (note: this is example of possible open-ended
themes valid and progressive in exercisizing as one of possibilities of
combination of tools of perception (=senses available).
TO WITTNESS is not EXPERIENCE
<itself]. Experience is of un/changing character but also amplifies
& multiplies access on frrrrriendly basis in variations. All negative
experience is completely useless, it jumps back into your mind in every
slightly resembling life-situation you encounter. (see: PARANOIA). Paranoid
symptoms are reflected negative memories. As it is something coming from
the PAST, it doesn't belong in the current PRESENCE and is confussing
matters for development of potentional FUTURE.
Grandmothers (refer to as "grannies") don't lasts for ever.
However, there is infinity of grannies in the world. Non of them lasts.
They're ready to be available, if treated as appropriate (= as own grannies).
"father portrait" > walking stick, microsounds rebounds,
very softly manipulation
"mother portrait" > mask (plaster-print of Helen's face)
> ritual of transformation > BIRTH obligation > GATE in between
death and life
Misery of mY*stery. (eternal *WHY?)
excitement from lovely surprise,
though shocking a little in first glimpse and suddenly so familiar and
warm, making me smile, even if I don't want, but actually I DO WANT,
soooo WHY not? Smile
is expression of well-being.
Face every situation