The surface. author: bm.szczepanski
Work shown in Galeria Scena. Koszalin. 4-6.11.2010
The place of contact, touch, transition, wiping. The intermediating point, point of transformation, disagreement and opposition. The water meets the flat surface of sink. It passes its strength, its impetus further but the stubborn surface do not want to receive it. It transforms the water. In despite of discordance, those both surfaces seek equilibrity, they try to find each other in a new reality. Strengths are indispensable, unchangeable. They change only their vector, not the value. It can’t be called everything but domination, it can be accustoming, interpretation, false superiority. The troglodyte stamped his own fist, spoiled in the carbon, inside the stroke of an animal. He marked a point, in which an arrow tore rocky skin of buffalo, he circled circles and the arrows’ heads. He never ever dominated anybody. He was creating the new world, the new order, under the pretext of the victory over the former one. He joined the stream of floating reality; understanding, interpreting it and influencing on it. The stamp, pattern, line, stroke were all ritual, meticulously repeating in maenad trance, multiplicated in occult rhythm, embedded by mantra metre. By the power of expression the point, the circle, the line, the direction were created. They were created right after the Religion. From its graphic translations, the Geometry came to the existence. The Expression bred rational religious system of future statements; the strongest religion of our times, the god accepted all over the world. The dogma of point, the regime of the smallest center, check of the smallest, undividable abstract. Even great Łobaczewski didn’t stand up against this god.
The Surface is iconoclastic in two ways. It’s the antichrist of the Geometry, and struggles with never attacked walls of centric baston- the center of the circle. It takes the mockery of its too optimistic idealism. The second way lets me attack every gods. As they were created from the same emotion as Geometry, and the geometry can be retorted, why they can’t? [-or in reversed order]. The religion of concentric circle wasn’t created with Giordano Bruno’s universe of never ending, nested circles. It was created when overwhelmed by rising emotion, the very first brave, stupid troglodyte bitten the cave wall with his sooty,burned stick.
Work shown in Galeria Scena. Koszalin. 4-6.11.2010
The place of contact, touch, transition, wiping. The intermediating point, point of transformation, disagreement and opposition. The water meets the flat surface of sink. It passes its strength, its impetus further but the stubborn surface do not want to receive it. It transforms the water. In despite of discordance, those both surfaces seek equilibrity, they try to find each other in a new reality. Strengths are indispensable, unchangeable. They change only their vector, not the value. It can’t be called everything but domination, it can be accustoming, interpretation, false superiority. The troglodyte stamped his own fist, spoiled in the carbon, inside the stroke of an animal. He marked a point, in which an arrow tore rocky skin of buffalo, he circled circles and the arrows’ heads. He never ever dominated anybody. He was creating the new world, the new order, under the pretext of the victory over the former one. He joined the stream of floating reality; understanding, interpreting it and influencing on it. The stamp, pattern, line, stroke were all ritual, meticulously repeating in maenad trance, multiplicated in occult rhythm, embedded by mantra metre. By the power of expression the point, the circle, the line, the direction were created. They were created right after the Religion. From its graphic translations, the Geometry came to the existence. The Expression bred rational religious system of future statements; the strongest religion of our times, the god accepted all over the world. The dogma of point, the regime of the smallest center, check of the smallest, undividable abstract. Even great Łobaczewski didn’t stand up against this god.
The Surface is iconoclastic in two ways. It’s the antichrist of the Geometry, and struggles with never attacked walls of centric baston- the center of the circle. It takes the mockery of its too optimistic idealism. The second way lets me attack every gods. As they were created from the same emotion as Geometry, and the geometry can be retorted, why they can’t? [-or in reversed order]. The religion of concentric circle wasn’t created with Giordano Bruno’s universe of never ending, nested circles. It was created when overwhelmed by rising emotion, the very first brave, stupid troglodyte bitten the cave wall with his sooty,burned stick.
