This isn’t real, though it feels real: this digital realm.
These words you read are a result of the techonlolgical revolution of my time.
The gravity of these digital spaces are immense; the change they will evoke in the years to come.
This applies to sociocultural contexts and physical reality (extraction and depletion).
You know this.
And whoever you are, wherever you are, whenever you are: I have nothing to sell to you. No remedy, no trick, no solution in a product.
I am here with you. I can offer my understanding and presence.
It’s free.
But I find that most free things hold most value to me now.
I found the those little bag toy trends a little repulsive. Not for the whimsy acclectivness, but for the waste of the product:
I think of materials deeply, blame my neurodivergence or my deep appreciation for education, but either way I will still end up considering the reality it holds in the process of capital and the rammifications of creating unbalance in it’s cycle of existance.
I believe humans are inatley creators, and that we are each a representation of the universe existing in blood, bone and flesh.
I believe we are a social animal, and that we have developed our individual identity more rapidly than a comunal identity because of the tools designed to uphold capital.
I believe people will judge me for my beliefs, label me politically, catergorize me like folding creases into an infinite paper, creating this orgami I can only feel, not see.
And this feels to me, to be a really important part of the balance: the internal develops the external, and we have lost touch with this communication amoungst ourselves.
I am eager to understand your landscape, our paintings will never be the same, that I love.
These vital contradictions from perspective are real.
What is real to you?
