no one created electric poles
If I describe my thinking in a traditional sense, it would be partial, which means that I would be relating it to my surroundings, my life, some influence or I might link it to a particular region or co-relating it to the western world, or space, the universe and so on.
We are thinking now, and this thinking is in the contemporary period of the universe. But I am interested in the times beyond. Imagine, if we occupy this universe and traverse from one Big Bang to another, then what do we see? How many times does the Big Bang repeat? A hundred times? A thousand times? Or one million or billion or trillion times? Imagine how many times was this conscious (Life) born?, One thousand or a thousand -thousand times, I don’t know. So, I am trying to explore this interesting ‘repeated conscious’, consciously.
I firmly believe that if the substance of the Big Bang is repeated and continues to exist, then the ‘repeated conscious’ memories that it carries should also be co-existing. The memories do not stagnate, but are kinetic in the form of waves (or in any other form) in this space (just as Einstein’s gravitational waves).There is a possibility for the brain to capture these waves like an antenna.
My brain is stimulated by this ‘memories’ postulate. May be my ideas are parallel with ‘repeated conscious’ ideas or maybe I use old ideas energized with new ideas or may be my brain is stimulated by the obsession of ‘repeated conscious’. So a question remains unanswered.... which one is truly happening and which all are truthful? Now even my brain knows a tremendous amount of time, then how it reacts, whether its reaction is literal or metaphysical or maybe consciously or unconsciously. I really don't know. It is a closed book, an ‘Enigma’. So I give to the viewer, the enormous time to see repeated ideas of conscious is may push the envelope in contemporary art.
Artifact without an author.
Where flowers grow only in a flower vase, not on earth.
Seeds are just waste stuff
From the wine drop only the grape plant starts its origin
And from this origin, originates another drop of wine.
The Matchstick’s son is sun
Wherein shadows of things we can watch on sun.
Tree wood of boat grows distance from the same boat.
Tree grows here in a magical way, into first half of a tree
And becomes the size of bud, then to a full-fledged tree.
During my childhood everyone used water from taps and I thought even the trees did. Whenever I looked at the rain, I asked myself, is there a bigger tap, there beneath the clouds? Up in the sky?’, for the forests and crops.
Materialism (physicalism) tells us that the world was created in pandemonium. It is in an abstract form. To a materialist, matter is primary. Life, mind and artifacts are secondary. We can’t hold it entirely. But through fiction, I am creating an ’artifact materialism’.
My concept is that artifact is primary. Every other thing derived from it, like life and nature are secondary. For example a helicopter is at a particular place. It is not created by somebody, it was created by itself. As in materialism, abstract matter is primary. For this helicopter to fly, space is created, for landing too place is created by itself.
My primary artifacts create a less visual play between the nature and them self. I wish to the viewer should be more imaginative (multimedia conceptual art) through my paintings. If we take a wine bottle, it is schematic. It is as an inception of the Big Bang. It is a singularity. In reality, my assumption, the substance’s surface is a malfunction; inside is functional. So the surface and the inside both are different. But here I interpret the only surface, the surface and functions are same (unimaginable). Normally materials are made with atoms in reality. But In my paintings the objective material is solid without any possibility for division and henceforth the function should be outside only. For instance a grape plant when grows, the connection is needed between seed and mud, water and air. Whereas in my painting, it’s as though I am using a remote control, the grape plant is originating from a drop of wine, and this drop exists only in a wine bottle, but the plant springs up somewhere else, may be in some other world (another canvas). In this place sounds are another way, for instance, if river flows, sound as ”boat” ”boat”..... These are my rules of bizarre, I do not want to limit my thoughts, I just want to target at new things. Every object has its own story and it is different in every region.
Where the object in reality, though we look through one angle of an aim, even our mind works in every angle due to which space has been made. Therefore an object has to exist that should possess so many angles in nature, even if one is lost it becomes space or remains in space. But, I am breaking this, using only a single angle thereby creating objects.
I was not given birth in a cave. I am hemmed in by human objects not nature objects. In this world now days I am surrounded by air, which is commanded by AC (Air Conditioner), therefore I am detached from nature. So this idea of fiction may be somewhat ironic. Of course I feel somewhat melancholy regard human objects. So this works come from a feeling of ambiguity or stimulated by someone who’s ironic from ‘repeated conscious’. Most important thing is it happens to the consciousness in every Big Bang. This idea of fiction is maybe very ancient in 'reaped conscious'. If it is new, I maybe mail (waves) to future Big Bangs.
We are thinking now, and this thinking is in the contemporary period of the universe. But I am interested in the times beyond. Imagine, if we occupy this universe and traverse from one Big Bang to another, then what do we see? How many times does the Big Bang repeat? A hundred times? A thousand times? Or one million or billion or trillion times? Imagine how many times was this conscious (Life) born?, One thousand or a thousand -thousand times, I don’t know. So, I am trying to explore this interesting ‘repeated conscious’, consciously.
I firmly believe that if the substance of the Big Bang is repeated and continues to exist, then the ‘repeated conscious’ memories that it carries should also be co-existing. The memories do not stagnate, but are kinetic in the form of waves (or in any other form) in this space (just as Einstein’s gravitational waves).There is a possibility for the brain to capture these waves like an antenna.
My brain is stimulated by this ‘memories’ postulate. May be my ideas are parallel with ‘repeated conscious’ ideas or maybe I use old ideas energized with new ideas or may be my brain is stimulated by the obsession of ‘repeated conscious’. So a question remains unanswered.... which one is truly happening and which all are truthful? Now even my brain knows a tremendous amount of time, then how it reacts, whether its reaction is literal or metaphysical or maybe consciously or unconsciously. I really don't know. It is a closed book, an ‘Enigma’. So I give to the viewer, the enormous time to see repeated ideas of conscious is may push the envelope in contemporary art.
Artifact without an author.
Where flowers grow only in a flower vase, not on earth.
Seeds are just waste stuff
From the wine drop only the grape plant starts its origin
And from this origin, originates another drop of wine.
The Matchstick’s son is sun
Wherein shadows of things we can watch on sun.
Tree wood of boat grows distance from the same boat.
Tree grows here in a magical way, into first half of a tree
And becomes the size of bud, then to a full-fledged tree.
During my childhood everyone used water from taps and I thought even the trees did. Whenever I looked at the rain, I asked myself, is there a bigger tap, there beneath the clouds? Up in the sky?’, for the forests and crops.
Materialism (physicalism) tells us that the world was created in pandemonium. It is in an abstract form. To a materialist, matter is primary. Life, mind and artifacts are secondary. We can’t hold it entirely. But through fiction, I am creating an ’artifact materialism’.
My concept is that artifact is primary. Every other thing derived from it, like life and nature are secondary. For example a helicopter is at a particular place. It is not created by somebody, it was created by itself. As in materialism, abstract matter is primary. For this helicopter to fly, space is created, for landing too place is created by itself.
My primary artifacts create a less visual play between the nature and them self. I wish to the viewer should be more imaginative (multimedia conceptual art) through my paintings. If we take a wine bottle, it is schematic. It is as an inception of the Big Bang. It is a singularity. In reality, my assumption, the substance’s surface is a malfunction; inside is functional. So the surface and the inside both are different. But here I interpret the only surface, the surface and functions are same (unimaginable). Normally materials are made with atoms in reality. But In my paintings the objective material is solid without any possibility for division and henceforth the function should be outside only. For instance a grape plant when grows, the connection is needed between seed and mud, water and air. Whereas in my painting, it’s as though I am using a remote control, the grape plant is originating from a drop of wine, and this drop exists only in a wine bottle, but the plant springs up somewhere else, may be in some other world (another canvas). In this place sounds are another way, for instance, if river flows, sound as ”boat” ”boat”..... These are my rules of bizarre, I do not want to limit my thoughts, I just want to target at new things. Every object has its own story and it is different in every region.
Where the object in reality, though we look through one angle of an aim, even our mind works in every angle due to which space has been made. Therefore an object has to exist that should possess so many angles in nature, even if one is lost it becomes space or remains in space. But, I am breaking this, using only a single angle thereby creating objects.
I was not given birth in a cave. I am hemmed in by human objects not nature objects. In this world now days I am surrounded by air, which is commanded by AC (Air Conditioner), therefore I am detached from nature. So this idea of fiction may be somewhat ironic. Of course I feel somewhat melancholy regard human objects. So this works come from a feeling of ambiguity or stimulated by someone who’s ironic from ‘repeated conscious’. Most important thing is it happens to the consciousness in every Big Bang. This idea of fiction is maybe very ancient in 'reaped conscious'. If it is new, I maybe mail (waves) to future Big Bangs.
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