Silenced
From suppressed silence to conscious silence... from forced silence to natural silence...
What plays a part in the psychology of one’s individuality and the
ideology of the group by rubbing out one’s authenticity and patching it
up with contrived modernity.
About the energy of source and nature, and the metaphysics of the work
that influences me and my surroundings. About the game of chaos and
obscurity that blemished originality.
A sudden eruption where one would stare at its pain but not hear it.
The Silence
I travel over wide spaces of consciousness and subconsciousness
conversing with the human soul, leading the observer into a state of
anxiety and confusion where they could judge one’s authenticity, and
whether their beliefs are stemming from one’s truth or from realities
that have taken this truth, molded and processed it through many levels
of new beliefs that distract one’s original thought.
I use a language, secondary to metaphysics, that speaks to the
subconscious, awakening it in a way where it blends with one’s
awareness, so that one’s actions and reactions would not only be based
on their guarded consciousness but on their raw inner purity. So what
I’ve created is calligraphy that cannot be decoded, leading to a
paradox, for what you see are words, but words that cannot be read or
decrypted. Therefore, they can only be taken in through one’s soul
rather than one’s mental concept in order to experience the essence of
this project.
These works give the impression of a long period of time, whether this
is reflected by the amount of time spent in writing this weighty amount
of words, or by the worn out yellowed fabric that denotes old age.
The whole idea of this project is that the truth only lives in one’s
inner self and beliefs, that in the end what you’ve grasped from this
work and believed about it, whether it’s related to how much time spent
in its making or the meaning behind these words, can be different from
what the person standing next to you believes, and even the reality.