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Subcutanea

Survival is intrinsic to our nature. But, mankind’s establishment as a species has overtaken what our bodies have evolved to do on a cellular level. While our bodies are trying to rewire or figure out another avenue to circumvent the energy intended for escaping that ‘saber toothed cat that has been hunting you for days’, we need to exert effort to avoid becoming sheep.

Our mortality is always lurking behind this translucent curtain of comfort we constantly try to surround ourselves with. It’s the sneaky little devil on your shoulder, relentlessly finding ways to do you in.

Although we may succumb to physical disease, there are still those less prominent mental or spiritual aspects of decline to consider.  Insidious things such as the idleness of the mind permeate our reality the further we are removed from the need to hunt or find shelter like our ancestors.

Too much comfort is a developmental hindrance. After all, mind and body instinctively pursue the easiest and most efficient way to do (or undo)things. Once one has reached, or is born into a ‘homeostatic’ state, it is more difficult to find motivation to grow. Hence, for those who no longer seek food or shelter, the energy intended for survival is in surplus. Its utility is denigrated towards menial things such as gossip, intrigue and the tenuous angst –byproducts of group level contentment.

Even something as passive as television incites the body’s stress response when in excess. The way mortality tugs at your ears with its cunning little fingers when your mind is at ease is truly brilliant. The best part is you’re not even aware that your mode of relaxation is physically harmful. So it’s better to think twice about one’s mode of recreation lest it might be detrimental.

 

21.0 x 29.7 cm

Where the One-Eyed Man is King

It’s always much easier to go with the consensus rather than slowly carve your own path in the wilderness. The potential of having devastating consequences or gratifying rewards are on both ends of the volitional spectrum.

Mob mentality is an evolutionary mechanism — Being in a group simply ensures a greater chance of survival. It’s therefore not surprising that the trade-off of monophobia is personal development.

How much strain is exacted on one’s individual standards when one relies on group experiences and group responsibility? This certainly applies to having a personal sense of morality. At what point does the group’s collective actions and decisions ‘peer pressure’ the individual out of their own moral compass?

Wanting to belong and yet distinguish oneself in the ‘social organism’ also makes its members either push wheel backwards or forwards. Therefore, a group will always precariously sit at the threshold of communally improving or spiraling into decline (I’m not talking about a band). Unfortunately, this also makes the group elect individuals who do not deviate too much from the consensus to represent them. It certainly has appropriate occasions, but this is also why we live lives of half-truths, pleasantries and gray areas to put things nicely.

Contemporary society’s ‘law’ has made killing each other terribly inconvenient. Yet, it’s not uncommon to see those who hang onto each other for dear life, simultaneously tear each other apart. This contradiction about belonging to the crowd without losing oneself fosters mental tension that drains vitality.  Are these strained social relationships manifestations of a new evolutionary roadblock?

Perhaps this is another expression of mother nature’s culling

 

14 x 10.8 cm

Civilization

I learned about the wonderful world of Decalcomania more than two decades ago. Creating these ‘inktricate’ blobs, blotches, spots and blots a la Rorschach, has always been a lush proving ground for the latent imagination. The late Dr. himself would know.

These monotype ‘inkblots’ were created by dropping watercolor onto a piece of paper, and then folding the paper in half to form a symmetrical pattern. In making these, the only distinct goal was to aesthetically surpass the previous inkblot. Unfortunately, even this simple objective was not easy to achieve and eventually, I had a whole pile of rejects that I didn’t know what to do with.  Instead of wasting all that paper, I began manipulating them. And thus the “Civilization” series began.

Does showing you what I see tell you a little more about me?

 

10.8 x 14 cm