my philosophy: Fairly simple: I believe in everything, and I believe in nothing; consequently, decision making can sometimes get tough. It's not quite that simple though. I believe in nothing that can't be proven, which also means that I refuse to discount any possibilities. Even worse, from my perspective on the universe, life is insignificant and meaningless. Human nature makes me seek meaning, and I have determined that there is none. Quite a paradox I've made for myself indeed.
what I want most in life: to meet aliens. Friendly aliens who will talk to me, who won't put me through painful lab experiments or install 80 foot satelite dishes in my orifices, and will take me for a ride around the universe. Or the gallaxy at least.
art & me: Why, if life is meaningless, am I compelled to make art? I don't know, and if I ponder this one too long it will probably paralize me from doing so. I have a unique, if not warped, perspective on the physical world around me, which has enabled me to make some rather interesting photographs. So to occupy the time I have on my hands until death--or until I decide to do something else--I'm going to resume (I pretty much stopped photographing in 1993 while struggling with my philosophical delema) my artistic persuit.
Stay tuned... more to come on riveting subjects such as:
gory details in the tedious life... a diary of sorts. I've decided to keep a log of movies I see, books I read, art shows I attend, and the like, with commentary (if I'm not too lazy). I want to see just how much of what I take in shapes my thoughts. Think of it as a sort of bibliography of my life.
what is art?
is human life over-valued?
the search for meaning in a meaningless world...
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