Narratives

I’m thinking of this “real” world as the play of consciousness.  Consciousness itself is invisible, outside of time and space. Therefore my attempts to make objects which represent it are doomed to failure. But I’m doing it anyway.

I’m using installation as narrative. Right now there is an emergent storyline of balance-imbalance, trees as beings of consciousness, surmounting obstacles, and precarious glass spheres. Consciousness is not fragile in the least, but its creations are ephemeral. A sledgehammer lurks among glass spheres. Juxtaposed contradictions. I haven’t decided whether the glass spheres will be secured so they don’t break, or in imminent danger of falling.

The obstacle will be a stile at the doorway. A low one, with a teeter-totter to negotiate.  Enter at your own risk.