About Hell

In an abundance dominated society like ours, the hell is created by us. Previously, when people were huntinting, the hell was the tiger and the wolf. To tame this danger, the man identified with the wolf and the tiger, copied their behaviour and bring them to an acceptable co-existence and now dominated form. Then, with agriculture, the people brought the sun and the floods and the rain under the taming power, through bringing a collaborative means based on acceptance and petitioning towards a new breed of Gods. With technology, build so dense and so powerful that it can wipe out the Earth, the humans have to redesign the taming mechanisms in order to eliminate the fear. Now, living and dying in a society of abundance where the life span has doubled and soon will triple to the previous where the death rates at birth are minimal (especially for a statistics dominated species like rats and humans, the hell moved inside. We have to live with ourselves. A redeemer in such conditions is a person which enables the people to connect with the innerselves against the childhood trauma and to reach the equilibrium. This is not possible without bringing the people back to conscious driven rituals. Buildining of rituals needs the building of habits. To build habits a sort of dependency has to be created such as in the form of drug dependency (or toothcleaning for the matter). Maybe a pockemon Go based on meditation techniques?

The role of the artist

Since Giotto, the role of the artist was to make place for the individual to express himself against the norms of the society, through this to open the space for each human to create a unique being outside of the existing common structures. Now, this de-composition reached its limit when it decomposed through irony the de-composition itself, even before being created. The role of the artist has to be re-thought in this context, as a new opener of roads. The artist has the mission to bind the individual human being, as individual self-standing creature, liberated from the canons of the society, to its own sub-consciousness representing the common substrata of mankind. For this, the artist has to change his approach from a rapist of the existing norms, where it decomposes through shock the status-quo, to a bringer of piece, which seduces the now lost into the individuality humans towards a self-connection to their inner selves. For this to happen, the artist has to pass the stage of external art, where beauty is expressed in front of the audience (no touch type of painting, dancing, theater, sculpture) to a more direct means of drastically changing the perceptions similar to participative dancing, food making and eating and mind altering drugs. Large number of perils have to be considered: the current human being is a stiff animal with a fosilized spine due to the large time of sitting on chairs in offices and pushed by the limited remaining society rules to not engage in any open activities starting from the basic religious services to the expresion of its own identity through public manifestations such as dancing and through the repressing of all its sexual nature (stemming from the archaic iudaistic society). In thix context, the artist has again the role to break the barriers, now not of the society perception, but of the individuals, to make them move towards their inner findings, towards what defines them as human beings. For this to happen, the artist has to isolate the individuals from the society, to bring to the chance of the encounter in loneliness, to be able to stop the monkey-talk and to replace it with the common understanding that we are one with the universe, that each piece of consciousnes in us is an autonomous representation of the consciousness of the universe perceptually separated in order to be able to exist however unified through its essence. How this could be done, I wish I had an answer.

The Special Ones

When I was in Vama Veche, there were some people that wanted to be "special". I just wanted to get accepted as I was. And now looking retrospectively I was. However, the "specials" were following me like flies a buttered and honey naked man. Why did they want this? Ironically I wanted only what they had already. Get lost in the mass.