HUMAN

A depiction of humans. In general.

WHAT DO WE MAKE? LINEAGE


Not specific people but types of people. How do depict their type, their place or function. Thoughts and recollections. Experiences. What about humans do I want to reveal? That they are a sack of bones, meat and organs - meaning all the same? That there are so many of us? Our relationship with others, our environment. The world in our time. World time.THeir thoughts and mindstates.



I can use images from my travels. People I dont know and who might never see the work. I can’t ask them for permission. I can obscure, cover and alter parts to mediate in this conflict. Or face it head on. My neo-imperialist travels and observations thrown back in my face.

the idea of adding adornments and decoration. Neo tribal digital age type shit. Classifications and ranks. 

DROIDS

The inextricable dialogue between the physical body and the psychoemotional interior landscape we shorthand as “soul.”


A person's chronotype is the propensity for the individual to sleep at a particular time during a 24-hour period.

“What does it really mean to be a person? And how many types of personhood do we each contain?”

LINEAGE OF WHAT  PEOPLE MAKE
HOW THEY DECORATE

I love these words from Gandhi:

Our thoughts become our words, our words become our actions, our actions become our character, our character becomes our destiny.

The classic questions of where we are as humans.

L’univers et L’humanite



HArdly any good images of human inventing fire

IDENTITY

Baldwin:
“This collision between one’s image of oneself and what one actually is is always very painful and there are two things you can do about it, you can meet the collision head-on and try and become what you really are or you can retreat and try to remain what you thought you were, which is a fantasy, in which you will certainly perish.”

Alan Watts
“Our normal sensation of self is a hoax, or, at best, a temporary role that we are playing, or have been conned into playing,”

“the prevalent sensation of oneself as a separate ego enclosed in a bag of skin is a hallucination

That is our poetry. That is our beautiful story. It’s our romanticism. Mu-ta-tion. We are mutants. And if we don’t deeply understand, if we don’t integrate that we are mutants, we completely miss the story. Because every generation thinks we are the final one. We have a way to look at Earth like that.'” ~ Philippe Starck


Cage:
We have made the ego into a wall and the wall doesn’t even have a door through which the interior and exterior could communicate!


Portrait of Jeff Bezos