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A4
The structure crumbles under heaving accumulations of movement. The point where the pressure builds to a point of collapse and foundations turn on their side. The earth moves from orbit and life becomes a brief freezing cold cataclysm.
Except this doesn't happen. The tension never ends. Life stays upright. Giving the sense that it could collapse if it wasn't for the fact it had been glued together by physics and other real things. Forever our minds full of illogical needs are swamped by cold certainties. And world stays together and rigid despite it's shuddering foundations.
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This next image being the first of a loose trilogy. A trilogy predictably completed by the two images below. Trilogy is quite grand sounding - like I really really thought about it and came up with some master plan of connection between the three images. The connection is rather vague and simple derived from me using the same materials on each image and each image being about the same size. A connection is here though.
The first image is focused on the sky. The heavens. The outside. The focal point is a large orbular object in the sky which framed by straight structured lines. The future planned out by movements of stars? Not a depiction of astrology but the unreachable universe is understood through geometries and measurements - like clockwork - declining and expanding circles. Boxing astral bodies - fitting masses it into the small boxes and frames. A picture is confined by it's boundaries. Defined by it's focus. Refined through embellishments and details.
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And so the camera pans downwards to life on earth. The title implies a city turning to stone - becoming solid and pointless but still moving and living through it's own decay. Flickerings of life animate but the sense of a day to day sameness perpetuates - screeching along with everyday faces and facades of progress and change. Gritty.
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And then underneath all that - despite the measured movements of the many and various stars above and the permanent monotony of the living real life is that tension mentioned earlier. The tension that pulls at everything. Accumulating forever and swirling under the surface of all brains/minds/souls the disposition of discontentment.
Full of nothing but a nothing that is some thing = A no thing. This something could be everything. So through looking deeply into yourself you can find as much worth as you want. I'm not being downbeat. Neither am I being conclusive. My viewpoint changes all the time. That's the beauty of multiplicity.
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