My interest in clouds and atmospheric phenomena is not one so much of learning about them as natural phenomena, but rather an interest in their symbolic nature and representation. The cloud is an ephemeral form, without boundaries, and in constant change; interesting properties that in the context of history of art find affinity with Futurist theories and certain concepts of the light and space artists of the 60/70′s on the nature of space and form. In the digital world, the cloud has become the prime symbol of information, while in psychology it symbolizes our consciousness. The cloud as a symbol then gives a conceptual dimension to an otherwise abstract space; that of wires and data channels, neurons and pathways. The relationships between information and consciousness, chaos and order, motion and stasis, and between form and space, are the subjects of ‘Perceptual Consciousness’. [David Spriggs]
Females create life, males end it. War, crime, violence, are primarily male franchises. Man shit. It’s nature’s supreme joke.
Deep in the womb, men start out as the good thing, and wind up as the crappy thing. Not all men. Just enough. Just enough to fuck things up.
It was late at night. Beautiful full moon. And I went in the water, and it was perfect. I had what, for me, was the perfect life moment. I sat there under the full moon, in the water, just feeling really good, the waves sort of washing over me, and I realized that’s what life is. There are these moments of beauty, like moons and oceans, and then there are moments of horror. And then it’s good again. And then it’s horrible and kicks you in the face. And then it’s good again. And then it’s horrible and a pigsty, because that’s what life is. But then for a moment it’s good. And for me that was enough.
Perfect Moments by Brian Finkelstein,The Moth (via man-of-prose)