Artist Statement
Moral Grey Areas
5/5/09
We are a bunch of people stuck with a bunch of other people. We are souls stuck with bodies. We encounter other souls and bodies and a connection unavoidably occurs. A line is drawn for what is done, a mark is made. It becomes mark making and redrawing and erasing and adding on. The pictures we draw become us. Life leaves marks.
There is an internal battle: a question of how we connect, or don’t, to what's inside of us. What drives these battles, what are they about and what happens once there is a victor of the battle declared? Is the battle victorious because a victor was declared or will it become a tyranny? Our decisions are influencing our environment.
And then the exterior battle: how we connect, or don’t, to the social structures surrounding us. We are defined within our social structure. The lines drawn by the power of the masses are clear. How do we adjust for the deficit of error? Are we victims? Our environment is influencing our decisions.
The threads of tension between the individual man and the man as part of a society are tugged and knotted and sewn. The lines of one tension pulling at the lines of another tension through the mediating pully of our body. Man as a microcosm; made up of smaller entities; society as a macrocosm made up of all of man; the human race as a body itself, made up of millions of microcosms. What makes the individual, who is made up of infinitely smaller parts, differ from the masses, which is made up of uncountable individuals. Both are bodies.
Our own physical individual microcosms are unified. Our own particles do not war against each other. Is that unity? Perhaps the merging of the people’s will to the will of the masses, just like the particles in our bodies. But are even the particles that make up our bodies really unified?
Alas, we are connected, moral lines are drawn, and we are defined. We are humans, we are mankind.
Moral Grey Areas
5/5/09
We are a bunch of people stuck with a bunch of other people. We are souls stuck with bodies. We encounter other souls and bodies and a connection unavoidably occurs. A line is drawn for what is done, a mark is made. It becomes mark making and redrawing and erasing and adding on. The pictures we draw become us. Life leaves marks.
There is an internal battle: a question of how we connect, or don’t, to what's inside of us. What drives these battles, what are they about and what happens once there is a victor of the battle declared? Is the battle victorious because a victor was declared or will it become a tyranny? Our decisions are influencing our environment.
And then the exterior battle: how we connect, or don’t, to the social structures surrounding us. We are defined within our social structure. The lines drawn by the power of the masses are clear. How do we adjust for the deficit of error? Are we victims? Our environment is influencing our decisions.
The threads of tension between the individual man and the man as part of a society are tugged and knotted and sewn. The lines of one tension pulling at the lines of another tension through the mediating pully of our body. Man as a microcosm; made up of smaller entities; society as a macrocosm made up of all of man; the human race as a body itself, made up of millions of microcosms. What makes the individual, who is made up of infinitely smaller parts, differ from the masses, which is made up of uncountable individuals. Both are bodies.
Our own physical individual microcosms are unified. Our own particles do not war against each other. Is that unity? Perhaps the merging of the people’s will to the will of the masses, just like the particles in our bodies. But are even the particles that make up our bodies really unified?
Alas, we are connected, moral lines are drawn, and we are defined. We are humans, we are mankind.
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