Film image #71
2023, Acrylic on board, 30x30cm
R990.00
[8 March 2023] The sound of rain, sounds like a crackling fire, like chicken, deep frying, like flesh frying in oil, meat subjected to high heat, crackling, bubbling, boiling, transforming, cooking, raw meat transforming into cooked meat, raw inedible meat turning into delectable fried chicken.
Water evaporating, causing bubbles in the oil, making the sound of rain, removing the moisture, forcing it out, because oil and water don't mix, water repels oil, oil repels water, they want nothing to do with each other, as if they have will, as if they have agendas, as if they have personalities, as if they manifest, physically, something, some will or force.
What is the link between a spirit and its manifestation, the form and its particulars? How do they appear? How can they make themselves seen, by the eye, by the mind, within the mind, within a space of indetermination?
What can become real, there? Anything? Are their limits to the possibilities? A regulator, a will that allows, a judge that discerns. What are the limits to the possible transformations from mind to physical being? Form-being in the mind (?), to physical being. Can anything make this transformation, or does this transformation require material already defined, things that must conform to rules?
The physical laws. Extension in time and space.
Is there a path leading back, in a kind of family tree, from every physical thing, and is it possible to arrive at a junction, a node, that precedes the differentiation between two objects? A node that signifies something before, relatively indeterminate. And what would that something be? What would the being of such node look like, in the mind, in the space, in the undetermined zone or bloc?
For example a tree-man, a multidimensional path-possibility-being. Anything can precede anything (?) A paint-man, a man-woman. A very complex assemblage of cells and atoms, but within specific boundaries, to create a man-being, a sensation of man, that can sustain itself, and not decompose or disassemble, disintegrate.
The fox with red boots looking at a human across a magical space, approaching each other to find the point that precedes their difference. They approach each other and meet at the point that precedes their difference, precedes their determination. They float and swim in the water, their blood leaves red trails in the currents. The fox sheds tears as his friend touches death, and joins those who have gone before, who lie decomposing, and constituting the earth.
Water evaporating, causing bubbles in the oil, making the sound of rain, removing the moisture, forcing it out, because oil and water don't mix, water repels oil, oil repels water, they want nothing to do with each other, as if they have will, as if they have agendas, as if they have personalities, as if they manifest, physically, something, some will or force.
What is the link between a spirit and its manifestation, the form and its particulars? How do they appear? How can they make themselves seen, by the eye, by the mind, within the mind, within a space of indetermination?
What can become real, there? Anything? Are their limits to the possibilities? A regulator, a will that allows, a judge that discerns. What are the limits to the possible transformations from mind to physical being? Form-being in the mind (?), to physical being. Can anything make this transformation, or does this transformation require material already defined, things that must conform to rules?
The physical laws. Extension in time and space.
Is there a path leading back, in a kind of family tree, from every physical thing, and is it possible to arrive at a junction, a node, that precedes the differentiation between two objects? A node that signifies something before, relatively indeterminate. And what would that something be? What would the being of such node look like, in the mind, in the space, in the undetermined zone or bloc?
For example a tree-man, a multidimensional path-possibility-being. Anything can precede anything (?) A paint-man, a man-woman. A very complex assemblage of cells and atoms, but within specific boundaries, to create a man-being, a sensation of man, that can sustain itself, and not decompose or disassemble, disintegrate.
The fox with red boots looking at a human across a magical space, approaching each other to find the point that precedes their difference. They approach each other and meet at the point that precedes their difference, precedes their determination. They float and swim in the water, their blood leaves red trails in the currents. The fox sheds tears as his friend touches death, and joins those who have gone before, who lie decomposing, and constituting the earth.