dust, camouflage, textural synesthesia and collapsing mental architectures

some concepts or thought processes have a particular capacity to generate neural activity in excess of what would at first consideration seem due.

dust, as a concept, not a physical substance, has sustained my interest for nearly a decade. i think the concept of the smallest particle in existence plays a central role (current physics suggest that at the smallest hypothesized levels particles break down into either sound or light, perhaps oscillating not just at different frequencies but also in different dimensions). dust as the residual effect of destruction and decay is also highly significant.

camouflage is a recent addition. digital camouflage, which the militaries have switched to from the original pattern is the product of a deeper understanding of the visual system and how information is selectively attended to.  it turns out our pattern recognition system sees the traditional pattern while the digital pattern is selected out for attention, a process by which a blind spot of attention or salience is created.

*far right, my first work using the dust concept, circa 2001

borges chose the labyrinth as a central and recursive theme. dust and camouflage will serve as mine during this process. a theme’s to be resonance will necessitate that it contain multiple layers of meaning and that it have a psychological, esoteric or literary significance.

textural synesthesia and collapsing mental architectures:

excerpt: man eating cats: Murakami, then butchered in a bloodbath of plagiarism.

for a fleeting instant the [droning bees above my head] and the three cats devouring the old woman’s flesh became one in my mind.  for a second or two my locus of self strayed to the border of reality and unreality. The I in my self-concept dissipated. Where was I? What was I doing here? Who are these people, really? I couldn’t get a purchase on the situation, the mental architecture collapsed, i see, no that is insufficient, i feel and experience (still inadequate). no. I AM an intricate and enormous castle made of glass that breaks into shards. i am each piece of glass, i am the space observing the falling glass. all around in darkness and confusion. everything is texture. everything is unpleasant.

[is this phenomenon experienced by others?]

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