Seeing it, like Life itself, is an ongoing evolution.
So is communicating what we see in the world around us.
Reality is what we can agree on.
As if Life was easy to see or understand. It started and evolved at the molecular level.
So was the world around us ruled by the fundamental laws of physics.
And that is what we can’t see, communicate or understand easily.
In the past, we were inventing fictional realities while facing the unknown.
Today, we often resort to fiction to escape from the realities of the present.
There are limits to this approach, as there is a price to pay for it.
Curiosity, not philosophy, guides me in my quests for clues about what Life is.
Human culture, our ultimate depository of all realities interpretations, sets the boundaries of my mind travels.
Between the “self-replicating chemistry” and a “symbiosis between diversity and unity,”
there are vast spaces of understanding where finding meanings rewards any mind exploration.
Chaos is a natural state of matter in the universe. Life as we know it, a fragile homeostatic equilibrium, is a notable exception. The purposeful Life's modulation of atmospheric content has sustained live existence for eons.
Life survives by carving out an orderly space of living conditions in the physical world, where the natural state of matter is a disorder.
No matter how and how far we travel, in our minds or in reality, the limits appear now
with inescapable clarity.
These limits are reminders of our past choices and those I still have to set and follow. To be a part of Life with everything it entails. To feel it or be, well, irrelevant.
For decades I used to escape the urban world into one that offered to reprive into a different realm of reasoning. My recollections and thoughts from it transpired in my exhibition projects in private and public galleries.