WHY OH VERY WHY THE VERY CONSCIOUSNESS
To begin with. And to be precise. A melon is a melon.
BEAR IN MIND THIS BLOG IS UNDER BUILDUP, EVERYTHING IS INCOMPLETE
I got the idea to start these pages as humming, multicolored gem- stepping stones—relief from stealthy boredom, foggy doubts along the endless climb toward a pivot crest on the road to a book that would urge me lighter-footed forward. I moved and changed a wanted crest into a blog. These pages serve as stepping stones towards a writer’s opus of collected scrolls cut square and binded like they once in Byblos did a thousend years ago.
A book is far away a goal. The tread on path alone give pebbles soul.
DECLARATION OF DELIGHT
This blog hovers over in and around in circles about and in the clouds of consciousness and beyond. All of consciousness’ associations, all disciplines affiliated, practically all around everything there is to be honest. Halls of obvious or unseen faint mirrors, vauge sightings of threadlike notions in every imaginable direction, if, or not admitted transparently blatant obvious yonder and behind afront in zenit and nadir.
Thoughts emerging from terrains by wings over illustration and design, devotee of the dawing, graphic design, as freelancer for over thirty years, a designer student of The Image, at the very same time by chance I discovered the parallell universe of The Word. I realized words are images for everyone in course of daily life, expressions sentences all instructions for imagination.
I have thus since flown floated over in and out through psychology, perception, archeology, history of ideas, sociology, consciousness and the unconscious, Jung, music of the spheres, ancient Egypt, Greece and India, the history of the Mediterranean, philosophy, the newly discovery biological independant cell intelligence, brain research, biomimicry, origin of our language, symbols, the nature of light, atoms and electromagnetic waves, semiology, signs, impossible to name all intruders into my thoughts and thinking.
I DON’T SEE ART and image as an isolated part of existence, more like the point of intersection, the balance between all aspects, nature and artifacts. Accordingly, my main interest is not apon art, but what is the origin of art, man’s position in existence. Psychology, history, philosophy, languages in all forms, symbols, our mindreeling technical achievements and why not culinary pleasures – our labels on top of the depth beneath the surfaces.
Nature shows it’s depths and complexity in beauty. And it might be the only way it has to show it.” – Thomas Mox
