like Life itself, is an ongoing evolution.
So is communicating what we perceive in the world around us.
The realities affecting our lives daily are the basics we must agree upon.
As if Life was easy to see or understand.
It started and evolved at the molecular level as the world around us had.
A world ruled by the biophysical laws codified and recorded by human culture.
Why do we have trouble understanding and applying them?
Facing the unknown in our past, people found safety in fictional realities created.
Today, social awareness resorts to fiction to escape managing the present realities.
Why, then, each living cell, an elemental unit of Life, our own included,
is functionally fully aware of its environment?
My curiosity guides me for clues about what Life is.
Human culture, our ultimate depository of all reality interpretations,
sets the boundaries of my mind travels. If the purpose of art is to be truth,
it must reside in the beholder's sense to reword its explorations.
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 each of us travels, in our minds or reality,
the limits appear now with inescapable clarity and consequences.
These limits are reminders of our past choices and those we still have to set and follow.
To be a part of Life with everything it entails. To accept it, to feel its purpose or be, well,
an irrelevant history. Ultimately, our emotions sourced in our understanding
always proved to be happier than those from myths and failing fantasies.
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.