All human made objects have pragmatic origins. Hides turn into clothing to protect humans from the elements. Shelter is similar but one step beyond. Food is what is slaughtered or found in the wild. Art at its essence is communicative. Each necessity has interfaced with human elaboration suspended over our existence, laced with constant ‘innovations’, some which endure, others that fad out with contexts of cultural and social reality. Our objects are our archeology, our psychology and our complexity. They are a brail to the very twists and turns of the human soul. They are fetishes, failures, honest, reified, real and lies. They exemplify an array of guideposts through our collective iterations of reality as well as often being individual narratives that grapple with alchemy – making nothing into something, turning thought into object, contributing one’s own interpretation of the signs and symbols which surround us into something concrete to this third dimension. In this regard objects are the magic* that we as humans are capable of (we may interpret this as natural, talismanic, ceremonial, invocative, sympathetic, illusionary or divinative). It has been said in Vedic philosophy, that ‘we are what we think, having become what we thought’. Within this context, our world of things, speak to a complexity that is completely fettered to how we perceive and iterated by way of the function of transmutation. What we imagine, we create both collectively and individually. *Magic (definition Webster: use of means believed to have supernatural power over natural forces.) Follow this blog