0x4b72c270469ea06a710a8aeb795af73e24fe3328f58515137799f2465e84bd40|22412265|1746384311|La terre <br>Ne peut être promise<br>Par aucun homme<br><br>C'est se dire dieu<br>De déclarer qu'une terre<br>Est promise<br>Et pour que cette idée puisse exister<br>Faut-il déjà que cette terre n'appartienne pas à lui qui la réclame<br><br>La terre promise<br>Est un concept qui n'existe pas <br>C'est la déclaration impériale<br>C'est dire vouloir prendre quelque chose en dépit de ce qui y est déjà<br>Ou qui y est déjà|Sun 04 May 2025 18:45:11 GMT
0x4b72c270469ea06a710a8aeb795af73e24fe3328f58515137799f2465e84bd40|22412265|1746384311|La terre <br>Ne peut être promise<br>Par aucun homme<br><br>C'est se dire dieu<br>De déclarer qu'une terre<br>Est promise<br>Et pour que cette idée puisse exister<br>Faut-il déjà que cette terre n'appartienne pas à lui qui la réclame<br><br>La terre promise<br>Est un concept qui n'existe pas <br>C'est la déclaration impériale<br>C'est dire vouloir prendre quelque chose en dépit de ce qui y est déjà <br>Ou qui y est déjà |Sun, 04 May 2025 18:45:11 GMT|
0x4b72c270469ea06a710a8aeb795af73e24fe3328f58515137799f2465e84bd40|22412265|1746384311|La terre <br>Ne peut être promise<br>Par aucun homme<br><br>C'est se dire dieu<br>De déclarer qu'une terre<br>Est promise<br>Et pour que cette idée puisse exister<br>Faut-il déjà que cette terre n'appartienne pas à lui qui la réclame<br><br>La terre promise<br>Est un concept qui n'existe pas <br>C'est la déclaration impériale<br>C'est dire vouloir prendre quelque chose en dépit de ce qui y est déjà <br>Ou qui y est déjà |Sun, 04 May 2025 18:45:11 GMT |
0x4b72c270469ea06a710a8aeb795af73e24fe3328f58515137799f2465e84bd40|22412265|1746384311|La terre <br>Ne peut être promise<br>Par aucun homme<br><br>C'est se dire dieu<br>De déclarer qu'une terre<br>Est promise<br>Et pour que cette idée puisse exister<br>Faut-il déjà que cette terre n'appartienne pas à lui qui la réclame<br><br>La terre promise<br>Est un concept qui n'existe pas <br>C'est la déclaration impériale<br>C'est dire vouloir prendre quelque chose en dépit de ce qui y est déjà <br>Ou qui y est déjà |Sun, 04 May 2025 18:45:11 GMT
La terre
Ne peut être promise
Par aucun homme
C'est se dire dieu
De déclarer qu'une terre
Est promise
Et pour que cette idée puisse exister
Faut-il déjà que cette terre n'appartienne pas à lui qui la réclame
La terre promise
Est un concept qui n'existe pas
C'est la déclaration impériale
C'est dire vouloir prendre quelque chose en dépit de ce qui y est déjà
Ou qui y est déjà
0xa246bff42f27a9eadb339aa96507626e3247ae12679373ac479223d443a1ceeb|21709723|1737906947|C’est un chemin sinueux <br>De retrouver ma place dans ma communauté<br>La fracture est grave<br>Et mon éducation est celle d’un homme blanc<br><br>Je ne sais pas si un jour<br>Je pourrai retrouver ma place<br>Avec beaucoup d’efforts et d’apprentissage à coeur ouvert<br>Peut-être au moins pourrais-je être un ami|Sun, 26 Jan 2025 15:55:47 GMT|0xc2e3c2d6e9f91ce50bb1d53729de47a3de8b9a80810d31bf2aaaf7502071e53e|21709726|1737906983|Selon les anciens savoirs<br>le rouge repousse les mauvais esprits<br>Il est l’allié du chasseur<br>La lumiere qui guide<br><br>Avec l’ocre rouge<br>On bénit celui qui échange<br>Son savoir et sa force<br>En peinturant le visage<br><br>Je l’ai toujours su<br>|Sun, 26 Jan 2025 15:56:23 GMT|0x1bc9d3e8f8677320ed37446a8730549e22dc8fb4dbbccdfc923c0f7f64986be4|21709730|1737907031|Ma mère me raconte <br>Que j’étais un bébé rieur<br>Je ne faisais que rire, jeune<br>Constamment, rire<br><br>Je conçois que mon rire est l’un de mes héritages <br>Un héritage Innu, je suis née avec<br>Un rire profond et sincère que mes ancêtres ont voulu me transmettre<br>Un des savoirs transcendantales que je dois chérir|Sun, 26 Jan 2025 15:57:11 GMT
Ma mère me raconte
Que j’étais un bébé rieur
Je ne faisais que rire, jeune
Constamment, rire
Je conçois que mon rire est l’un de mes héritages
Un héritage Innu, je suis née avec
Un rire profond et sincère que mes ancêtres ont voulu me transmettre
Un des savoirs transcendantales que je dois chérir
Selon les anciens savoirs
le rouge repousse les mauvais esprits
Il est l’allié du chasseur
La lumiere qui guide
Avec l’ocre rouge
On bénit celui qui échange
Son savoir et sa force
En peinturant le visage
Je l’ai toujours su
C’est un chemin sinueux
De retrouver ma place dans ma communauté
La fracture est grave
Et mon éducation est celle d’un homme blanc
Je ne sais pas si un jour
Je pourrai retrouver ma place
Avec beaucoup d’efforts et d’apprentissage à coeur ouvert
Peut-être au moins pourrais-je être un ami
i will never believe again
in a single one of you
claiming to care about peace
and humanity
while you close your eyes
on the massacres
and the pain
you are an imperial pawn
0xd9c424509b6b95277bc5d9df62798f88d51cf9a54ed82cb47e96fac768753ee6|21104985|1730611247|Have you ever planted a tree before?<br>Can you fathom hundred-year-old trees planted by your great-grandfather being burned in front of you?|Sun, 03 Nov 2024 05:20:47 GMT
0x56c02eb63168a5667c82395d45907a9cd856e00638709154ae771a06081fa03b|21030510|1729713239|I see resemblances between what happened in Nitassi and what is happening in Palestine.<br><br>Colonialism can take on many forms and wear many masks.|Wed, 23 Oct 2024 19:53:59 GMT
0x45ca245c0ad9b40b25910ce9b1f518a7a1f3c186e4017f1e2e89f179fc94ce7b|21015793|1729535819|the silence is heavy<br>the average colleague at my gallery makes 2 times the yearly salary of the median artist in Canada per sale<br>we are talking about extreme proficiency<br>they are successful, and probably in the best position to talk<br>their silence is heavy<br><br>because i know that in a few years, they will shed crocodile tears about how the genocide in Gaza was a terrible occurrence. <br><br>the silence is heavy.<br>my colleagues at my gallery are more about business than art<br>more about business than humanity <br>and surely would rather be complicit in ethnic cleansing than pissing off a few wealthy collectors<br>their silence is heavy.<br><br>because it is now that we need to stand up, because once the strip of Gaza is no more, there is no amount of reconciliation that can undo the harm.|Mon, 21 Oct 2024 18:36:59 GMT
the silence is heavy
the average colleague at my gallery makes 2 times the yearly salary of the median artist in Canada per sale
we are talking about extreme proficiency
they are successful, and probably in the best position to talk
their silence is heavy
because i know that in a few years, they will shed crocodile tears about how the genocide in Gaza was a terrible occurrence.
the silence is heavy.
my colleagues at my gallery are more about business than art
more about business than humanity
and surely would rather be complicit in ethnic cleansing than pissing off a few wealthy collectors
their silence is heavy.
because it is now that we need to stand up, because once the strip of Gaza is no more, there is no amount of reconciliation that can undo the harm.
0xfb0b274ec7b121b1d3153f067f0b96f4d8accec209cef9d3ac6d43423bcc5128|20814979|1727114951|nepton family moves to pekuakami<br><br>they become part of the community<br><br>innu <br><br>|Mon, 23 Sep 2024 18:09:11 GMT
0xc16ca9ab8f841b25d4df45064eb65a53dc4232ba85e253b2e2bde685d984b7cc649 pages<br>of very real lives<br><br>how many more<br>for things to change<br><br> Mon, 16 Sep 2024 19:16:59 GMT
0xdad2824c372d0252e6963d8e3e4eed7367b876b9da6bab23ad5557a748dfdadbdecades of suffering<br><br>a day in the life of abed salama<br><br>Mon, 16 Sep 2024 18:56:11 GMT
0xdad2824c372d0252e6963d8e3e4eed7367b876b9da6bab23ad5557a748dfdadb|20765102|1726512971|decades of suffering<br><br>a day in the life of abed salama<br><br>|Mon, 16 Sep 2024 18:56:11 GMT
0x002A···Ec82Au Livart, fin Aout 2024, Montreal, Quebec
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today i am happy to be alive and well
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I am here.
I am in Montreal.
What a day
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Flash forward
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The warmth of analog circuitry like blood in my veins runs in circles around my brain
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You never know, until you know
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inside i wait
Outside its perfect
How i control myself
inside im free
outside its not possible
Nothing i really want
Outside is like prison
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I didn’t mean to come in here. I didn’t know I was going to do it. i’d just finished work, and was on my way to meet a friend. and now, there is a black fly on the screen monitor as I type. did you see the show? you should see the show… This is a lot like what it felt like.
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Wish you were here
Hope you are well!
//
Tout l’intérieur mais le tout d'ailleurs. qqch. de beau mais laid mais profond mais surtout qqch. de la et maintenant. Un tout capturé la mais a tout jamais, d’un tout de maintenant et de toujours
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La peur de tout perdre
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Colère, solide, peur. 50 mg par jour, mon foie souffre, ma tete fait la fete et moi je dors
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Je ne sais jamais comment agir dans les vernissages. Je ne sais pas s’il y a une etiquette special a respecter.
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I do not wish to count the days, since she left me. I know it is my fault. I am sorry. To her and myself.
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I am happy with my life, but I don’t know whats next and that scares me… Life was so difficult for so long, but I’ve “made” it now, so life should be easy right? I want to better myself, I want to do new things, I want to explore more of who I am. I feel like I am running out of time. Will I ever be ok? Will past me be happy with who I a today?
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Intense malaise beauté
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You would enjoy Montreal
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The first time I tried to get out they said I had it. I didn’t believe them. Surely I would have to be cleaner. I was still keeping bags of vomit under my bed. But they gave me that OCD…diagnosis. They traded it in for BPD the next time I tried to get out.
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My dad committed suicide
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Emocionalmente agotado
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Today, I had a wrap du travailleur
It was not that good!
But everything else was good
And so all is well
The end
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Glowing inside. The red energy is flowing into. swimming in bleu
//
J’ai pensé à partir, pensant que tu partais. Changer les liens comme si c’était malléable. J’ai passé l’éponge et traversé les ponts, maintenant c’est beaucoup plus agréable. J’ai pensé quitter la vie d’artiste, touché coulé sur la partie. Après tant d’hivers seul à réfléchir, dire bye aux étés dans la grande ville. Lucidité affaiblie encore, nuit non-réparatrice. La noirceur courtise mon âme dans le puit de la matrice. J’ai l’esprit numb à cause de toutes mes folies, l’impression de perdre le nord. Les désirs m’ont guidés jusqu’à leur lit même si elles étaient prises, déshumanisé dans les yeux des hommes à qui j’ai volé l’avenir. Je deviendrai slowly un ange déchu, trop proche du chaos, pas tant déçu de cette finalité, je ne me voyais pas finir là-haut.
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Love You So Much
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There is beauty in the acceptation of one’s own darkness. You will find peace in the end.
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lack of time.
feeling of doom.
paranoia.
on a good day, overzealous.
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Me siento abrumado, me siento abrumado, incapaz de cumplir tus expectativas.
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Perdu je suis,
la fumé me suit,
dans cette prairie,
je m’y conduis
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Maybe I just have to try harder
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I believe colours are what attract me he most. I know I should feel or say or mean something more intellectual, but I feel art for me is always primitive and almost primal : therefore more about the first degree and wha my eye catches first. It is also what I believe makes me like the exposition : the contrast of colours.
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This week i lost a best friend because of her mental health. she became exactly what she told me she never wanted to become - a mixture of the two people who’ve hurt me most but whom i’ve also loved the most. while we have both suffered and have our own traumas and mental health issues, there is a line you can cross that you can never come back from. her experiences have left permanent scars, which can still be found beautiful. but when you still believe you’re ugly and a bad person inside, it’s hard for others to find those scars beautiful if you yourself can’t find a way to make them into a strength. i feel sorry for her, to know that she is yet again the cause of another friend having to end their relationship with her. mental health is hard. it’s even harder when you don’t actually want to get better.
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Present or future
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Games can be painful and fun and that is good
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Just another NPC to you
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Takes time to find it
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Savour the sunset
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Trust in me and fall as well
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Me siento abrumado, me siento abrumado, incapaz de cumplir tus expectativas.
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Il faut dire les choses au moment ou elles se présentent, sinon…
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Bleu volcan
//
It has been a pleasure getting to know you through your creation.
Be here now and receive.
The rain pours down and my pores drink that which my mind forgot I needed.
Here and Now and Here and Now and Here and Now.
Thank you for today. Thank for the gift that is the present.
Thank you to where this is all leading. The cycle shifts. Seemingly repeating but ever-changing.
//
The next steps are right in front of us
The door is open
Together we walk
Together we find
We find ourselves
We find each other
The light is bright
The light fades
The Now is with us
The Beginning and the end
//
INTERCONNECTED
INTERCONNECTED
INTERCONNECTED
INTERCONNECTED
INTERCONNECTED
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Free Palestine
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One day i will figure out how to have a business where i rent old televisions to people that want to have cool art
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Am I truly here or is my consciousness projecting images of this room in a hologram?
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Je ne peux jamais arrêter. Je m’enfonce constamment et aucune substance ne peut satisfaire le vide intersidéral dans ma tête et mon estomac. Je détruit tout au tour de moi.
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the wounded dog hunts
the hungry dog hunts
the sad dog hunts
it seems the dog is inseparable from the hunt
it is it’s calling
its purpose
nothing will ever separate it.
why would it?
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I love your use of negative space within your art environment. it forces me to confront my own self isolation from the world. the blue is overwhelming and i can attribute that colour to whatever feeling that is haunting me.
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"The wind troubles the sand
In a wild chase of urges
Seeking peace within
While the path appears
Through a deep blue spleen
On melancholy beach.
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Love
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je suis ici dans cette exposition et je ne connais personne
//
robert was a drunk
he put my mother through hell
i was far away
far too young
robert is a drunk
that likes to be in a position of power
and i was too weak
to save my mom
claire arrived as robert left the picture
depression hit mom
still dont believe in mental health
dad meets a new woman
somehow, a drunk
i understood that mom would be a victim
but my dad is a man
a strong man
and he never stopped her
i start staying outside the house
i am the one she hates the most
until that time she hit dad
bloodied eyebrow
dad is a strong man
but not enough to leave
i want to be strong too
but i leave early
lots of substances
come back when nobody is awake
i run away
//
the world is in decay. nobody cares.
//
break the spell, type your pain
The pain of not being heard from anyone is one of the worst for me.
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La cornemuse s’amuse a jouer les troubles fetes
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What goes up must come down
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Sous les blafardes les dents.
Toujours les dents.
Au-delà au-dedans et en deca du seuil de l'enfance
les silements des images leurs effritements circulent a pleine vitesse
dans les phosphores entre les doigts des anciens collectionneurs de butchs
//
A couple days have passed since I entered into Training Data. With time to process, I am transported into a new space and time. At the entry I am confronted with stills from videos by Tjo. An inner voice in ways of segments of time- both fact and fiction? This is just a preview of what is to come. Some images are familiar, others are new. They are placed carefully into the wood panel indentations. The paneling frames each still like a moment, a memory in time- a time which has both past and to come. After the first room, I am greeted by a hall way. It is broken into smaller rooms, bays. The are separated by entry ways that have mirrors on the interiors of the doorways. This acts as a breath, a reflection between the spaces. We enter a new portal each time along the hallway. The first bay consists of two tvs- one large at the heigh of my waist and a smaller tv at foot level. The larger tv features a young man full of despair and frustration as he looks down. Unsure what he is looking at, we see the smaller tv with a sharp blade on the sink counter. We see the contemplation and the consideration of the young man. Pain and agony are felt. The title of the piece referential to the story and the material that is used to make the sharp blade. After this encounter we are transported into the next bay, where the light from a wall of tvs is cast withing the space. We are again confonted with abstractions of red projected on blue. This is both familar and distant. A couple of the TVs are glitching and full of static. A nod to nam june paik- as well as the colour and the fire paintings of Yves klein. This continues both of these artists practices- pushing the notion of what is being projected on the viewer. The chemical make up of these early tvs projects phosophorus out with light onto the viewer. The fiery glow is both aggressive and illuminating.the 3rd bay includes an empty wine bottle and glass- we peer into the square tv that reveals the shadows of a man and woman in a heated arguement- that is both aggressive and physical. We are unsure of who the aggressor is, but the feelings are very visceral. This experience is both confronting and comforting. At the end of the sequence, we here the artist’s grandmother singing - a comfort from his childhood. As we leave, we notice a small bottle of prozac in the bathroom cabinet. The fourth bay includes a sink full of prozac pills scattered in disarray with a mirror above- takes us back to the first bay with young man at the sink. A true reflection of pills and blades. Opposite the sink is a wall of screens- large and small with disc players. A prozac commercial is moshed and glitched and videos of the archetypes are splayed around the displays. There a wires that are coming out at you like snakes and flowing rivers. This is both connecting and disconnecting. A symphony of different images and videos question ones reality and inner voice again like the first bay’s preview.Along the way we have been confronted with not only images and videos, but also sounds composed by Tjo. The audio is both soothing at times and discordant at others- however all finds its tune in a similar key. Finally we arrive in the last large room. A white shirt commonly known as a “wife beater” is pinned to the wall with a pair of slacks.Unsure of to whom they belong, they are soiled and used, worn. Also in this room, we find 3 tvs displaying the archetypes in action- their audio/ musical score is at a higher volume.They merge together in this finale- final movement of this symphony of Data Training.The last course of this journey. After a moment of white walls and breathe amongst some early collages created by Tjo we are granted access to the Diary Entry- Diaries of compulsive obsession. here now I write my experience forever presented on the blockchain. A free flow of thought and ideas, something very raw and real- without proper spelling, capitalization or grammar. Just me in this moment post-journey. We have entered Tjo’s world from the surface, from the image- but we leave with an experience that is transformative and potentially transcendent."
//
Congratulations! You managed to overcome your fears. You broke the cycle and saw the light. Now, where do we go?
0xb8745423bb91759eafc1a403d4e5ca983d07a0f704b402bdd96af1b8a99c29f3|20286993|1720745891|i put some text<br>in a box<br>on a server<br>monetized by a billionaire<br>to get your attention<br>to keep your attention<br>how wonderful <br>to connect |Fri, 12 Jul 2024 00:58:11 GMT | 0xf9c2fca4717b9fd4a3f002ce2a48998ea2f86801c4b980aba0af1e3980f17505|20471841|1722975191|flowers bloom twice|Tue, 06 Aug 2024 20:13:11 GMT | 0x0958959fc3fd8ebe95ad73d012324dc1effc43d347d272cbe4f523bb8d403a80|20471852|1722975323|thousands of hours <br>towards something bigger than myself |Tue, 06 Aug 2024 20:15:23 GMT | 0xaecc9deb05b30e631ad03ac1fb21c42d7df6d724fe146b40d7370bbdbaa25964|20471921|1722976163|may i cleanse myself<br>of scars inherited through time<br>so my ashes grow into trees devoid of hatred|Tue, 06 Aug 2024 20:29:23 GMT | 0x71ccbdc3409f9f630c90a7e575ff2944008a137337572fba0572e75a11b02284|20472013|1722977267|i don't want to die anymore|Tue, 06 Aug 2024 20:47:47 GMT
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i live on mooniyang
stolen land
from my own ancestors
i am again reminded
reading "Driving in Palestine" by Rehab Nazzal
there is no such thing as justice
in a world ruled by power
0x002A···Ec82It was an essential step in my practice to find a way to parody one of the most significant pharmaceuticals on the planet in Times Square. It's relevant to my general practice, personal life, and voice while having a broader meaning beyond medication. A stunt like this is where artists can find real power, and I consider it more towards performance art than any other medium. It is funny how ambiguous the response to one of my most contemporary works has been in the web3 communities: mostly silence and some big fans of the whole thing.
Promoting a sarcastic, anti-neo-capitalist piece in an economically driven environment can be challenging. Still, it is primordial to bring these discussions right in these circles. As I've inscribed in Prozac Youth, "It wasn't made for your walls." I am not here to please anyone, and I find myself more and more comfortable with that sentiment.
I am at a crossroads, and staircases guide me far away from the shores of what is sure to work: a blue background and a human form. Although very meaningful to me, their symbolism reaches few. I could do thousands of these to satisfy what is expected of me. Still, they would get emptier and emptier, and I've found that the love they get online is more linked to comfort and recognizability than the actual reflections I suggest. I cannot stay static; I would become bored and uninteresting, and mostly, I would not be helping myself grow in any way.
all solutions we find are self-serving
and when it comes to neo-capitalism, the wrong people are finding the solutions for everyone else
we turn addictions into money-making machines
and all of that to the detriment of those who need help the most
can you hear it
this cry for a new way of seeing things
i bite your hand despite it saving me
your solution is one i am not willing to accept
I want to create new ways of thinking about neurodivergence as internal miscommunications triggered by a lifetime of experiences and chemical development in the brain. Miscommunications are on an inner dialogue level, where figurative humanoids made of energy evolve in a spiritual dreamscape that represents the abyss. Inspired by the Jungian archetypes, the figures are self-serving entities in one's psyche that do their best to adapt to exterior stressors. BLeU is the stage for these figures, translating The Shadow archetype into an abyss-like entity. The energy is portrayed as ROugE, balancing love and death, trying to escape or, at the very least, get control over the blue shadow that engulfs their dialogue. To visually represent the miscommunications outside of its figurative imagery, I do a constant back and forth between different mediums of analog and digital nature to bring data loss and translation errors into the mix of my practice. This purposeful destruction is rooted in bridging the gaps between Dionysian and Apollonian forces in art languages and mirroring the unpredictable nature of neurodivergence.
i call it energy
science calls it blood flow
that's how they could explain it
there is inherent understandings
when you are one with the heavens
like we all were as younger selves
totally free
we see these invisible things
and attribute them ways of understanding