i want to communicate the ideas in my head that i feel are the most prominent.
the ideas, however, are totally unfounded, and are based on speculation and confusion.
my own reality; nothing more than my perception.
others realities: nothing more than their own perceptions.
time; memory, and the ability to imagine the future.
contingency; random realities colliding, creating sequences.
i have a few images
the sidewalk; surrounded by luscious grass and trees; the existential crisis. i don't know who i am, i don't know where i'm going, i don't know what to do, i don't know if i mean anything. peaceful surroundings that accompany constant vacillation.the bird in a
cage in front of a window; ourselves, contained by our own realities, unable to grasp the concept of a free world. but also asking, is the outside really freedom? or is total lunacy? is this cage freedom because it is our perception of freedom?chr
is and nick jamming jazz; music is a fantastic release from all sorts of realities. every musician's reality is funnelled carefully into the music that they make. which is why music is so important. greg being c
onfronted by mormons; the imposition of new doctrines of self-betterment, of understanding, of consciousness. religion gives happiness, but at what cost? rationality? morality? to be constantly disappointed by the quest for understanding, or to be satisfied with a belief based on bullshit? does rationality even exist? the city at
night; the tinge of beauty that exists in the reality we perceive, though it is indifferent to us. totally indifferent. it's not really even there as anything, we just see the colours. somehow its beautiful; this is our collective reality, or at least the evidence of its existence. i am imagining these ideas projected in public places, at night, and photographing people as they walk through the stream of light; their reality being consumed for just a second by my own actions. they may be oblivious, they may be absorbed. that is the choice of their own reality.
i want my images projected on strangers because they see reality differently. they also leave their reality behind, unknowingly, and enter the world i create, only for a second or two. this world is nothing but my image. the image may impact them, it may not. that is not up to me.
