As an artist you respond to to changes in the environment in a non cause-effect manner - your feelings and intuitions are as important as facts and information.
Your feelings are hurt when untruth and unfairness litter the narratives of the leading informants both in Media and in Academia.
The artistic perspective is holistic - and it’ s not distubed by economical biases, unconcious racist preferences or general preconditioned uninformation, which is both the republican and democratic condition - let others determine, the byraucracy that is, the fate of the politics and maintainance of the material infrastructure of the community and the country you belong to.
As an artist you don´t take part in those socialstic robotic exercises but is rising as a Hermes, to loftier hights - looking out over the landscape, the Thalassocracy and the Heartland, with all geopolitical metaphores awailable - you look at Dr Fauchi standing on both sides, denying that the covid-19 is CCP hybrid war move and at the same time creating a huge market for Big Pharma - in its startblocks when the outbreak came, exercised in Event 201, and immedatly ready for doing one years job in one week, due to AI, Big Data and quantum computing abilties - Microsoft/Apple vs Huawei.
The future is here - not as a third World War, but a hybrid war between USA and China, one inner voice exclaims and points at Israel as the only benefactor of all down side - in alliance with Vulture Capitalists and Casino Capitalists. The Artist has wings, and can fly by, stright to Sirte and see how their result looks like, or over the bauxit deserts in the Amazon basin, where nothing can grow, ever, down to defaulted Argentina and se the vultures gather over the herds of the Pampas and back again over Libanon, also defaulted and destroyed by the vultures.
Like Icaros the artist is feeling the heat of the sun, and descends, closing in on home, the Jungian home, where he has his studio and can alternate beween the screens; CNBC, Euronews, Zero Hedge, Mintpress and ICH, where he interactivly participates in the Internet Flow Of Information - IFOI - and asks himself; does an Artist, innocent, without debt, has any duties?
He answers himself; yes, listen to your inner Socrates, listen to your inner Choir of Thinkers and extrapolate from there to the most probable extension and position of reality, remembering that what was a truth yesterday is false today.
Thats the moment when the Artist realizes that he lives in a quantum mecanical universe. and the exclusion principle haunts him - it’s not possible to know the real totality, but only the personal detail in it. At the same time the Artist takes a provocative stance and utters; I´m operating in a multireality, the technique is multirealistic and in a fractal miniatyrisation the big landscape dissapears in a rift and opens up, magnified, in the Eye of the Beholder, as a new coastline, wild or inhabited, disapearing itself in a minute rift, like a wormhole into the painting.
As a multirealist I will enter my seventies, full of artistic optimism, knowing that no “lockdown” can ever trample down my estetic quest for truth or my simple proclamation: fairness first and hedonism then.
Salve
Tomas Brusell