This Branch
The collection gains its inspiration from Lake Bennett in the full moon. At 3:00 am, the darkened lake would shine under the translucent moon. Silent and bound by the visual magnificence, I could feel the gravitational power, changing tides, and internal biological rhythms. I did not need to sleep.
This collection is about accepting the beauty of the night and how it affects our sleep, mood, emotions, and conscious being.
Full Moon Reflections
When the moon finally breaks through.
And the restless breeze wanders between.
Past hatreds and future promises.
And the decisions of others who cut me down.
I just cannot stop.
And I fight with myself for my life.
Knowing others fight harder.
Never to gain even.
But I never wanted to march.
But I did.
When my thoughts don't realize.
I become restless.
I wander between what could have been.
My hatreds and false starts.
And all decisions I could never make.
My sky dreaming.
My glass ceilings.
I as the consumer.
Stoked by the genius.
Those who know better for me.
And the wasted life of never meeting promises.
But still, I follow.
This image concerns the thoughts I have but cannot fully realize. Without the words, I become restless and agitated. And I begin to think of the things I could have been. I start to dwell on my past frustrations, old hatreds, and false starts. They still haunt me. Then I think of the decisions I know I cannot make. I regret that I have not controlled most of my life, and I then think of what has control.
The limitations of my blue sky dreaming and the many glass ceilings I have encountered. But I am content and, as a consumer, am amazed by this era's genius. This branch allows me to consider waste and hollow promises in context to the simplicity of experiencing the beauty of the biosphere — a branch emerging from the water on the full moon.
Saeculum Viewing Breeze Branch Blue
The potential lifetime of experience whilst viewing and mediating the terms of artistic congruency. A question of meaning and actuality.
When I seek shelter.
I am anxious.
Panicked by the cacophony of advice.
From all those loaded up.
With their wheelbarrows and bags of emotional weight.
I am delayed and postponed.
My dreams ruined.
Locked into procrastination.
I the belittle consumer.
Attached to every cause.
Designed by those more intelligent than me.
And then I downloaded a new app.
Now I am mindful.
My cage.
Without feeling devastated, I never fully realized my inattention ruined my dreams of myself — so many distractions locked me into an internal misconception. It takes as much energy to procrastinate as to invest in what I want.
The self-effort it takes to delude and believe in each product's message. As one of the target audience, I convinced myself to register, acquire, and purchase. My step forward is the seller's goal. Everywhere I venture, I partake as part of their moral purpose. I feel good as their faulted consumer.
They know how to relieve me of my dread. My acquisition is mindful and risk-free. Their call to action sponsors me. However, my identity has a cost, and the cage within has repurposed my sense of well-being. It is why I need to escape to the simplicity of experiencing the beauty of the biosphere.
Saeculum Viewing Breeze Branch Orange
This Branch
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I am a soft-shelled bomb.
I present a greater risk than the credit given.
You cannot sense my threat.
You just won’t know.
My beauty delays your response.
My beauty delays your reaction.
The chemicals that you breathe in.
The chemicals that you absorb.
And with each generation, you dumb down.
Your children are exposed.
They are the ones who are most damaged.
Do not seek my awe.
It deceives your ability to countermeasure.
Forensic restoration is too late.
I know my body has been degraded, and you know your body is contaminated. Our bodies contain a plethora of chemicals too numerous to list. Yet, we continue to digest these violating agents as they camouflage their outcomes. We accept the unknown knowns even under the pursuit of festivity and celebration.
The organizers choose not to warn us, and we act as nonchalant victims. Too concerned with prophesized threats to hold fear on digestible toxins. Profit and chemical regulation relies on the immediacy of symptoms. But, unfortunately, evidence of long-term affliction is hidden by immediate satisfaction. Time and cross affliction compounds nullify societal urgency to identify the fault and subsequent eradication. We know that nearly everything we consume has some derivation from industrial chemicals—systematized pathos.
Nonchalant and apathetic, we have accepted the sheer volume of chemicals that has contaminated our biosphere. We devoured them almost wistfully. We do not know how many chemicals we breathe in, eat, and absorb. Yet, they are in our bodies, and we carry them around like an asymptomatic carrier. We gather in awe to admire those beautiful fireworks, as we ignore the great plumes of highly toxic gases. After each bloom, aerosol particles of lithium, barium, strontium, calcium chloride, sodium nitrate, and copper rain down on us. But we continue to flock to even more extensive and brilliant events—the beautiful flares in the night.
We have dumbed down and do not feel the effect on our brains and neurological systems. We cannot see beyond the chemical awe, and eventually, we forget the magnificence of the night sky and those faraway stars. The feeling of raw energy, metaphysical flight, and the whispers we know but can't decipher. We have augmented our reality with false trust
Saeculum Viewing Branch Breeze Red Flare
Humiliated through brutalization and enforcement through gunpoint has led us to the want of heroes and leaders who will not back down.
In the perspective of chance.
In the deep of the night.
When shadows dance.
I close my mind.
To all those hatreds, promises, and decisions.
That ruined my day.
This Branch video
3 Branches
My fourth turning.
From maturity to decay.
Not wanting closure.
Or the emotional pain.
Or the acceptance of grief.
Up to the grinding end.
I wanted tolerance of ambiguity.
The acceptance of anxiety.
The lessening of suffering.
And now I want surveillance dismantled.
And the teardown of unfettered power.
Of the empire that cage-in and monetize our data.
Who legislates activism as a cybercrime.
As I lull in my third turn and glimpse into my fourth, I participate without knowing how to articulate forwards. A gut feeling spurred on by spiritual zeal, competitive force and shallow dives into academic splendour. As a nomad, I avoided the hoops and, subsequently, was overlooked without access to the fundamental rights of passage. I dwell alongside and within the fatefully ignored mass. A small-town prophet bogged in with the despisers and doubters. But here I am, trying to punch above my weight while observing my inevitable physical decline in parallel to the great American collapse.
I was anticipating a promise of transformation, but instead, I gained meagre scrapings from the expanse-based corporations intent on harvesting my human product. My era - surplus, money, and surveillance employed by global companies who claim the moral high ground. A socio-economic environment that is simultaneously present, with and against another. For every suicide, there are many more who failed in their attempt. Too many options, wanting closure and simultaneously sort-of-losing-it. So I readily accept the plutocratic freedoms in despair. They trickle down under the condition of social debt and ineptitude and the requirement that we live to serve their economy.
My emotional pain shifted from money-making to political activism, and the rejection of a foretold grinding end. Not recognizing the severity of an authoritative response, I returned from each enlightened crusade to another form of apocalyptic crisis. I desperately tried to out those who inflict their protectionist judgments and systemic sufferings. But our grim wily lords have caged us in and out-witted our desperate maneuvers to unfetter their power. All this and more, as we continue to chant songs of freedom into the night.
Saeculum Fourth Viewing
When exponential growth stalls, redemptive and judicial purpose comforts us through war and famine. The future is not a linear continuation of the past.
Saeculum Viewing Branch Breeze Pink Flare
Autocratic and tyrannical billionaires who activate our freedom as they create our new future, experiences, dialogue and sense of self are dangerous.
Our crisis
What we required are strategic leaders.
Leadership with the capacity to think it out.
Who knows how to secure victory without force.
Winning without loss of home and life.
But what we get
Repeated In the same sequence of events.
Over and over again.
A heroic pretence.
Mass glorification of the bold.
The adoration of one who will stand and fight.
With no certainty of gaining a victorious end.
So we all lose out
Through our boy generals.
Wanting for an inspirational hero.
Just like imagine us to be.
On the battle field.
Alongside fellow brave citizen soldiers.
Fighting and losing because we are weak.
And in hindsight
If only we fully recognised the enemy’s superior strength.
Embraced our tactical strong minds
Evaded confrontation to win the long term future.
A plan to win rather than a plan to fight.
Of engaging non-violent resistance.
Without bloodshed and loss.
The best I could do.
And to the most I proved.
That despite my good intentions.
It was impossible to uphold my moral bar.
So my reputation as a hypocrite emerged.
Then grew exponentially.
I was mistaken.
My aspirations.
My metaphors.
My delusions of nobility.
They were just that.
Brilliantly intoxicated.
I was fooled by my capacity.
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