★THE SUPPOSED DIFFERENCES BETWEEN THINGS OFTEN EXPOSE HOW SIMILAR THEY ARE – ALWAYS ASSUME THAT A RELATIVE OPPOSITION IS IN FACT THE TRUTH – STRUCTURAL SIMILARITIES CREATE PARADIGMS WHILE THE DIFFERENCES IN WHAT THEY ARE IN MEANING CREATE SYNTAGMS – IT IS THESE ALGABREIC CODES THAT CONSTRUCT ALL MEANING AND IN DOING SO REVEAL HOW ARBITRARY, DYNAMIC, AND CONTROLLABLE THEY ARE: DON'T BE A DICK/FOOL★
As i step into a wriggling pile of misfortune, I am guided by the power of the incidental juxtaposition of objects made linguistically viable as it’s own vernacular creates itself as I facilitate it to do so by not interfering with what it wants or needs to say. The digitization of images and the development of portable network graphics files that can sit on a background of transparent nothing all around the internet, just waiting for something to search for them and to begin combining them into situations which might just be possible enough to believe. Even if the representation is completely absurd it is completely dependent upon theoretical politics, which are not understood by most American people, even though they are pushed, pulled, and dragged around by it while saying they “don’t like politics”. I often correct their use of the term hoping a light would go off as it did for me at the point when I realized that all things that require other people in order to function as what they are are political by their nature. Many people or a few people, it doesn’t matter. I’m not specifically siting governmental politics, which may appear in these collages, but only served to prove that the most accessible culture in this country is that of its governing bodies. everyday politics and the politics of the digital image are much more relevant with these pieces, but in an effort to point out the layers of politics at play, I will include that for the vast majority of the individual images I use that incorporate within the format, other people took the photographs and prepared them as transparent png files, thus forming a vital political relationship between each other, myself, and the audience. Perhaps the main reason I am comforted by this is that authorship is highly overrated.
Somewhat creepy are a few of the collages I had just finished in the week before Hurricane Harvey in their quasi-precognitive depictions of surreal waterlogged narratives.
Not to suggest that any of them are anything more than a continuation of the content and form on my primary Instagram that just happened to incorporate unsplashed backgrounds depicting large to medium sized bodies of water, and considering that the earth’s surface is nearly 80% water there should be nothing worth noticing as driving a paradigmatic relationship beyond that.
However, when the particular image that bears a similar title to that found in the heading text is placed as a focus in relation to the hurricane and it is understood that it was completed without any knowledge of a tropic storm or storm of any kind anywhere nearly a week prior to Harvey’s landfall, its content lends itself to a dynamic which suggested that pre-cognition of TheDonald’s first (and hopefully last) natural disaster response as POTUS. There was no clear message or intent involved with the collage as it was constructed like all of the others, relying heavily on the forms themselves to complete the composition. There is often very little to go by in terms of drawing meaning with pure syntagmatic relationships fighting to construct significant meaning out of very thin structural relationships created by simple repetitive motifs (if the Japanese artist Korin had copy/paste or duplicate capabilities, those Irises would have been on rice paper partitions across the world).
PRE-COGNITIVE FLOOD COLLAGE (incl. Karl Marx as the United States Congress)
MOTHER PFIZER INVERTEBRATE FATHER (Catch and Release)
OUT WITH THE OLD AND NEW, IN WITH MORE OF THE SAME
EVERYBODY’S DOING IT
So at best a coincidence that we will say is a coincidence until I reveal all of the other pre-cognitive visual and didactic events that have been happening in my crusty world over the past few years. It could be that the autoimmune condition that struck without warning was so traumatic that it knocked an extra sensory location of the human brain loose – freeing up axons and neurons to connect to events in the future as other neurons and the mylan that protects those peripheral neural pathways were destroyed by my own macrophages. It would be nice to think so considering that the experience of feeling your white blood cells consume your nerve endings like millions upon millions of electro-microscopic hammerhead sharks gnawing into white-hot electric fire that is your feet and toes as they twitch and arch in slow agony by themselves, but probably not. It’s all probably something more related to the Pfizer brand squid that is thrown back to the ocean and reclaims its deep trench single squid family home from the in laws that forced him out when they got frustrated because he got sick with an auto-cephalopodic tentacle twitch.