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Pattern

When we look up into the night sky… like we must have 1000’s of years ago… we must not have seen much pattern.. but as we went about our world with its storms and uncertainty.. we would have longed for patterns.. some kind of predictability… like we mostly got when day changed to night and then came around again on the next day… when we look around us today.. we want some kind of structure.. in the same way crystals.. make predictably beautiful patterns.. we hope that somehow life can be – on a level where we can believe.. conforming to some similar pattern… I am no different as I try to make sense of my world… and there are patterns where we don’t expect to see them.. imagine those great astronomers who started to recognize that our stars are arranged in galaxies.. that then expand into these beautiful spiral vortexes… chaos giving way to pattern.. to some aspect of predictability.. to the idea of design conforming to laws governing universal processes that are at once molecular and also galactic.. there is great comfort in that… the mere act of seeking pattern.. whether an artist.. a biologist… a physicist… we are engaging in an act of deep faith.. belief that the pattern will yield if we just look in the right way… Students of Chaos Theory understood that just depending on the point of view.. or how the information is assembled.. patterns can be realized… described by a mathematical equation… there is tremendous comfort in that… in a world that seems perpetually hinged on uncertainty…

My life’s quest… is based in a deep faith… a need that such patterns should exist if subjected to the right interrogation… my boats… the way they interact – generating their patterns… move into unknown zones – holding on tightly to each other to navigate the seams of the unknown… all the while being convinced that we are held together by some deep pattern… deep laws of connection that transcend material and give us hope..

gallery recollection

Gallery opened

10h50

2 people came in

I smiled..

nothing.

I smiled again..

nothing.

 

They walked down the corridor

and left

 

drinking a Segafredo which I had to walk

quite far to find.

surprising

this IS Paddington!

coffee should be closer.

 

It is delicious

the silence.

I just saw Francis Keevil’s truck drive

by…

 

Estelle came in

YAY

 

love.. no more

I saw a couple kiss this morning

As they said goodbye at the traffic light

Just a gentle peck…

And I just thought it incredible

that we do that

that we need that……..   that absolute minimal touch of two

                                            periphery

                                                as they part

                                                                    like

                                                                            the minimal and fragile and transient

                                                                              connection of two Boat Building Blocks

                                                                             that.. even in that connection

                                                                                even if its quick… lies all the possibility

                                                                                    and uncertainty..

                                                                                                                     which is just love

                                                                                                   no more

Boat Theory

I always used to paint boats

one boat per painting

big monoliths

that told a story

I tried to find meaning

in these boats

I wondered if they

were me.

but I was never satisfied

by being a boat

but then I decided.. what if

I was not a boat

but somehow made up

of boats

lots of little interacting

boats

no longer alone

but working together

in weird and wonderful

and mysterious ratios

like building blocks

slowly unfolding me

and my story as

they sail into the

broken page

sewing it up

to be whole once

more

Mechanism of Boat Inversion

Short Communication: Steven I. Durbach and Sid Sledge

Recent results suggest that Boat Building Blocks can be inverted when caught up in continuous.. infinitely diminishing spirals… the property of most matter and objects to invert or be overturned is embedded in the architecture underlying everything… through the interaction of discrete (i.e. discontinuous) BBBs with continuous.. infinitely diminishing spirals.  (see Fig.1).

Fig.1 Showing Boat Building Blocks (BBBs) caught and being inverted in a randomly occurring spirals

Boat Building Blocks caught in spirals.. which periodically appear as breaks in the continuum… continue to proliferate down to the infinitely small vortex structure of the spiral.. at a certain point or

region.. the BBBs can no longer be comfortably accommodated because of their discrete size… this juncture where there is an interaction between the discrete / discontinuous boats and the infinitely continuous, but diminishing spiral.. leads to an as yet undefined mechanism.. but which clearly involves evident warping and stretching of BBBs.. the fact that they can accommodate such distortions[1] allows this seam transgression to take place and for the resulting boats to be inverted as they exit the spiral.

This quirk in the underlying architecture therefore goes some way to explaining the ability of structures to be overturned and inverted.. but also more subtly other properties such as left and right handedness of much of matter and its emergent forms, as well as mirror-imaging.

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[footnote : 1] The distortions are necessary to maintain the Hierarchy of Law.. where the way boats interact is superior to maintaining their structural integrity.. thus stretching or warping is accommodated to maintain connectivity rules

Evolutionary Tree.. (with accompanying poem by Dalmazio Barbare)

 

Not everything that flies is bird…
Not everything that swims is fish…
Not everything that walks is sheep…
Not everything that weeps is man…

The chair

Everything is seeded from a nucleation event boat assemblies which calcify into form navigating the strange seam into the real

Uncertainty and all its minions (comment on my painting: Imperial Hotel Mt. Victoria)

While painting on the street.. I am just painting.. putting paint down on the canvas.. like a recent cold morning on the highest part of the blue mountains.. Mount Victoria.. I was painting the Imperial hotel at 6am.. afterwards I looked at the painting and I could see all the things that are on my mind about how we live and who we might be.. and all the things I think about that give this world its energy and make it unbounded.. I think about the things that excite me.. ideas about resolution and its counterpart… incompleteness.. I think about the fact that we love things to get resolved but resolution is an impossibility a constantly yearned after place – eden… yearning is itself.. a creative force.. as things ride that ever diminishing asymptotic wave to completeness.. but we never get to that place.. death is the closest we can come..

I also see in my painting the struggle between order and chaos.. we like order… it is safe for us.. chaos suggests death.. life is the fine balancing act between order – indifferent death.. and chaos – wild death on the other side.. it is interesting that life exists on a narrow plane between the these two forms of death… this plays out in the painting where things are vacillating between holding onto a form / structure.. or giving into an unresolved sense of form.. but not holding on to that idea too tightly.. not giving in to the safety of death…

in the painting.. as in life the other great force is a synthetic force.. and this is pitted against an entropic destructive force… both are necessary for the painting… things are never created cleanly there is always destruction in the midst of creation you see this in cellular systems.. for structures to emerge in complex organisms cells need to die – usually in a controlled way to yield a functional form..

The phenomenon that governs these forces is Uncertainty.. no structures are certain… the edges of things don’t exist in any real way.. Cezanne seemed to discover that in his paintings.. when you get up close to one.. you get a sense that all the colours or possibilities are somehow contained in the finite space held by the form.. we are fooled into a sense of certainty by the way our brains interpret the data presented to them by our senses… in this case the eye… but in truth things are not as they seem and when I feel a painting has worked it is usually because it has given me some insight into the possibilities about how things really are or might be.. and I find that exhilarating..

Treatise on Lined paper and Thomas Moore and something I once heard on the radio about aboriginal culture

Western culture sees art as some

separate thing from life..

i.e. we separate ourselves

into the seclusion of the

studio or the garret if you

are a poet and you make

art ABOUT life

but art tries to BE  life with

my Lined paper

as I move through the

world with its shopping

lists I want art to fall

onto that page as I

move

the lined paper is

what I move around

with

it does not demand a

separation from the

now

it is the now

I don’t have to do studies

on it then move to the

unlined paper; to the

studio

the art is the life is the

lined paper

I heard on the radio once

that aboriginal culture

could not quite understand

why we separate music

from life

people play music while

moving about their life

‘they do not formally

Learn a  musical instrument

and Thomas Moore said:

“about spirituality, art

and the everyday sacred…

in Care of the Soul

‘… and thus in a small but significant way can make the everyday sacred.  This kind of spirituality, so ordinary and close to home, is especially nourishing to the soul.  Without this lowly incorporation of the sacred into life, religion can become so far removed from the human situation as to be irrelevant. “