on hunting
Maybe post-it notes are the equivalent to the office of the canvas, the artists, perhaps the 76mm square area is like a window to the soul, perhaps it is just paper without adhesive context and without hope. Is not it strange how a piece of paper can achieve so much significance to the marks of the hand of artists. Also, the dreams that let them play on our pillow every morning, often go unnoticed if not mocked our adult conditioning filters unbearable careful not to allow to act like a child, Ironically, if we consider the truist manifestation of life only found in most children's things. The innocence of a doodle frivolous, a unconscious, outsourcing of the phone call about nothing in particular. we had ourselves to death literally, to rely on the reports of 700 pages rather than our intuitive mind, refined and developed over thousands of years so we can take it into account in communication as irrelevant. It is our filters, which are irrelevant when you go beyond a limit useful external stimulus, overuse really believe that the reality is what they see, hear and feel. This is the biggest misunderstanding that, as an advanced civilization trust anyone, but our filter media filtered away. No, this can not be happening!
I take my post-it take up the note and understanding emerges, I expect the unexpected, and believe and trust that is "childish" games. So as you can be a square of colored paper, for me is the door to another world.
Like Hesse's Steppenwolf, which was found walking endless corridors in search of the one thing I do not understand, then browse the search for a link that can not understand. Than the blink yesterday, as the sun plays in fast forward, looping recursively, without beginning or end. I wondered if the images in my mind were real, if a bucket after bucket could be related to the floor of my living room, or walls or doors. I stayed in drawing those lines, with the hope of salvation from a life compartment, the pages keep on, frame by frame, when suddenly, the letters you want, you 'flashed like lightning through the darkest of skies. Each card nailed firmly into conical receptor my eyes, recorded a lifetime, a permanent reminder that he had been seeking a sense, when was the search process that was the sense throughout.
John Lennon once said that 'life is what happens when you're busy making other plans ", perhaps the procession of the images is the outsourcing of life passing before our eyes, you might be searching for meaning, make plans, while another fragment of my life passes you by, maybe you'll stop and I wonder what it meant to be a child.
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About the Author:
River Hunt is an Artist, Writer and Visionary. Working in a range of media exploring the fusion of fine-art and technology, influenced by memetics, nano-technology, human genome and a range of mind technologies. His work is exhibited world-wide through leading net.art sites. His website www.deadrebel.com showcases his thoughts and ideas on fine-art in a technological world
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