Our eyes see light patterns, and our minds see images.
Humanity's progress has been possible due to our brain's abilities to render
realities similarly and communicate them efficiently.
The image itself doesn’t distinguish between subjective or objective reality.
Our brains do, and we are used to it. Human culture has used extensive iconography to communicate fictional realities like our spiritual beliefs and the working frameworks
of our social structures.
Spirituality and fiction served us well when wide gaps in our understanding
of the world around us prevailed. That no longer apply.
Since I confronted the stretches of the Canadian wilderness,
subjectivity or objectivity became irrelevant.
With time and space laced together, the constant interactions of the living world
with physical one became, for me, the essential canvas of life’s understanding.
Life survives by carving out an orderly space of living conditions in the physical world, where the natural state of matter is a disorder.
The foundation of this statement has already been recorded in our science and culture;
the collection of readily available interpretations of our world’s realities.
What's available doesn’t mean what’s commonly understood, used or accepted.
Fending myself off from the folly of society's practice had run its course.
For decades I used to escape the urban world into one that offered to reprive into a different realm of reasoning. My personal recollections and thoughts from it transpired in my exhibition projects.
The visually narrated stories coming out of it might offer a pause for your reflections.
“To know and not to do is to not know.”
An old Chinese proverb.
“It is difficult to get a man to understand something,
when his salary depends on his not understanding it.”