A.Glass updates and insight (update 45) - Psychogeography and Evocation.

(Brion Cemetery is in San Vito d'Altivole near Treviso, Italy. Carlo Scarpa 1906-1978)

What is meant by the question, "What is the meaning of Life?" Written on one of my Dilogy posts, and the answer that, "All Life is hollow except for your dreams" Poses the one purity that we all have, which is our dreams.  The "hollow" aspect means human arrogance which is fleeting and superseded by death.  But we try and maintain mortality and in some cases, leaders who in their gloried moment of psychosis, try and stop time.  Which of course in the process ends up making them look sick and broken.  When I watch the leaders of Europe, America and Asia they all look burdened by their own arrogant disposition - as decay kills them.  An extremely sober and reassuring equalizer to see the fools 'running' our world abide by the weight of time.
 But I don't really care about their dead structure and deterministic academia, both are making a fucking meal of our world.  Until the guillotines come out again.  I only care about what loops us back to our desire of the aesthetic, the visual, thoughts, dreams fill the hollow void.  This is our gift to ourselves to enjoy beauty.   Whatever it might be.  For me it's evocation in different forms.  My art depicts the surreality of the urban-scape which is usually drawn from psychogeography (love that term) wanderings.  Of course I am a huge fan of Brutalism architecture.  When I wrote Fieke Wolf (2011), it was important that the metaphor of the femme fatale commented on structural expressionism, which as a reflection of post empire excess and now post Wall Street crony capitalist world; to point out the simple flaw of human arrgonance and 'power' over nature.  Quote from the book:

""Fieke's plane begins to descend on it's approach to Dubai airport, she can see the mass of buildings – a urban waste land. Fieke looks down with contempt. The tallest building in the world the Burj Khalifa shoots upward into the sky, arising from this abnormal sight. A dull looking collection of skyscrapers huddled together as the surrounding barren desert looks hungrily at it – to one day consume it, with the Burj Khalifa building spurting into the skyline. An attempt to show nature some power, but it looks already defeated. She remembers reading a report on the Dubai property market, literally a bankrupt city, with 50% vacancy rate, half the city is empty – but these idiots can't stop building. Funding, she thinks, is offset by laundered money. Probably 'dirty' deals with oil contracts and other under the counter money laundering. She thinks how obviously pitiful it all is, the plane now begins to descend lower. Fieke remembers again what her foster father said about extinction. That the Earth won't be extinct, just us – we will leave crumpled testaments to our legacy. Looking out the window, she looks over a skyscraper that appears empty. Yes but this legacy is already a pile rubble – it's dead but doesn't even realize it's dead. A zombie city. That won't last ten years from now – with the curse of decay already settling in. An empty lifeless shell. Ancient societies built for eternity, they built structures that would out live humanity – that is how they thought. They worshiped death, revered death – and knew that a legacy, a monument is the only thing that would last. It would be built to last. Like the Pyramids. Not this crap, this it's arrogance and it looks weak and fearful. She thinks to her self as her plane passes over more buildings on route to the airstrip."