• Composition 2.29.12:14am

    A World of Suchness

    Is a world of symbols
    Language
    Nouns
    This and that
    You and I
    It is a world of
    Meaning
    Deeper layers of “truth”
    Because we think of spirituality as an escape from a fleshly world
    Abstraction from what is originally physical

    Religion is
    Materialism
    God hides the mystery
    Of form
    Of the endless patterns of “stuff”
    And the stuff in stuff as revealed by scientists with their microscopes
    All these microstructures with their forever receding properties
    There has got to be a definitive beginning
    But we find out
    Cause and consequence
    Is just a wave
    That is a trough

    Of course, meaning feels intrinsic
    We want someone to look up to
    To pray to
    To cry to
    To blame
    To love
    We don’t want to be here just because
    We want there to be an end and beginning
    Only that doesn’t work because there can’t be a beginning
    We know that fact very well
    What do you see behind your eyes?
    What did you feel before existing?
    That void is our deepest fear
    But also the most incredible
    We swim in nothingness
    In nonsense
    In symbols
    Language
    Art is the only manifestation of this anxiety and the closest effort we have to embracing all of it
    By it I mean our world of suchness
    As well as our world of nothingness

    All this time I thought I made art to instill meaning in life
    Only to realize that as self defeating
    So what am I doing ?
    In trying to capture life
    Existence
    Significance, whatever that may be
    It is music, a dance
    It is process, spontaneous and forever moving
    What am I doing ?

    Good question. Does it need an answer?

  • valentines day well spent

  • My attempt in capturing something Malick-esque