Local image #88
2024, Acylic on board, 30x30cm
R990.00
10% off R891.00
16 January 2024
Two lips that touch, the sensible mass and the mass of the sensible, the idea and its physical manifestation, the concepts and ideas that have a physical mass, their correlation.
Our individual flesh, irreplacable, not substitutable, that allows 'things' to be sensed. Each of us is made to sense something unique when we look, when we touch, when the light touches us from within and from without.
When we feel, when we translate the sensible data into an interior landscape to make meaning.
Our aesthetic abilities, honed and developed to a certain point, never reaching absolute fullness, never able to fully capture what is being felt, but that can be developed and become superior, finer, more nuanced than what it was before.
And to others, different but superior also, being able to rise out from the ego, gaining a heart for truth, happy to find and acknowledge deficiencies within ourselves because that is how we learn, that is how we develop, that is how we become better versions of ourselves and gain the ability to love God better.
I see noses, smell God better? Perfume?
Within the animal kingdom, we do not have the best sense of smell, sight, hearing, taste, or touch, but we have the best intelligence.
I see the two lips searching for each other, trying to touch each other, but there is always a gap, a difference unknown, an ineffable part, which we can sense as resistance, things not working in harmony, things not clicking, not sliding into place, not appearing, 'things' not appearing, trace.
The new is always already old; there is nothing new, only new in terms of our perception, our internal image, then becoming new realizations of 'things'.
The 'things' that we perceive in our lives, internal and external, are all intertwined.
Finding, realizing the correlation between the realm of physical objects and the realm of concepts and ideas, and their constant intertwining, their dialectic, makes new meaning, new significance; objects become manifestations. Since we cannot disprove or prove ideas, concepts, and the spiritual, we feel them and discern exactly what they are beyond our categories, beyond our language, will always seem to us like something new.
It is something unsharable, unteachable, and will perhaps be the journey above all others.
Reading slower, learning more. Doing slower, learning more. Thinking slower, learning more. Like the Ents.
Different and superior. Own it. Wear the badge. False humility does no one any good. I am my puzzle piece, but I also do my part of the puzzle better than anyone who lives a life clocked out, distracted, and fulfilling selfish desires. I commit now that I will try to respect you on your puzzle piece; it would be nice if you returned the favor.
Two lips that touch, the sensible mass and the mass of the sensible, the idea and its physical manifestation, the concepts and ideas that have a physical mass, their correlation.
Our individual flesh, irreplacable, not substitutable, that allows 'things' to be sensed. Each of us is made to sense something unique when we look, when we touch, when the light touches us from within and from without.
When we feel, when we translate the sensible data into an interior landscape to make meaning.
Our aesthetic abilities, honed and developed to a certain point, never reaching absolute fullness, never able to fully capture what is being felt, but that can be developed and become superior, finer, more nuanced than what it was before.
And to others, different but superior also, being able to rise out from the ego, gaining a heart for truth, happy to find and acknowledge deficiencies within ourselves because that is how we learn, that is how we develop, that is how we become better versions of ourselves and gain the ability to love God better.
I see noses, smell God better? Perfume?
Within the animal kingdom, we do not have the best sense of smell, sight, hearing, taste, or touch, but we have the best intelligence.
I see the two lips searching for each other, trying to touch each other, but there is always a gap, a difference unknown, an ineffable part, which we can sense as resistance, things not working in harmony, things not clicking, not sliding into place, not appearing, 'things' not appearing, trace.
The new is always already old; there is nothing new, only new in terms of our perception, our internal image, then becoming new realizations of 'things'.
The 'things' that we perceive in our lives, internal and external, are all intertwined.
Finding, realizing the correlation between the realm of physical objects and the realm of concepts and ideas, and their constant intertwining, their dialectic, makes new meaning, new significance; objects become manifestations. Since we cannot disprove or prove ideas, concepts, and the spiritual, we feel them and discern exactly what they are beyond our categories, beyond our language, will always seem to us like something new.
It is something unsharable, unteachable, and will perhaps be the journey above all others.
Reading slower, learning more. Doing slower, learning more. Thinking slower, learning more. Like the Ents.
Different and superior. Own it. Wear the badge. False humility does no one any good. I am my puzzle piece, but I also do my part of the puzzle better than anyone who lives a life clocked out, distracted, and fulfilling selfish desires. I commit now that I will try to respect you on your puzzle piece; it would be nice if you returned the favor.