“While there is art, there will be hope.”
Did you know?
Light travels at a speed close to 300,000 kilometers per second, which is not easily conceivable, yet it is accepted by many of us, even with awe, although no one has been able to demonstrate it.
The light travels in a straight line and takes eight minutes to reach Earth from our nearest star, the Sun.
Four years from Proxima Centauri, nine from Sirius, ten from Ross, and there is probably a star whose light traveled to see us being born, just as another light will reach Earth on the day of our end.
I often think of stars as nodes in an immense analog network through which the Creative Imagination of the Universe travels. By exposing myself to the light, it’s as if I am nourished by its Information.
What I don’t usually think about is that the origin of all conceivable materiality lies in what I would like to understand as the transformations of light. From darkness to light, and it transforms into the periodic table of elements, into planets, into earth and minerals, into plants and animals.
This changes my idea of perception and senses, as I begin to imagine or feel that the physical world is the world of transformations of light. Sound is transformed light, just like the source of sound, and just like my mother or you or I or your cat or Schrödinger’s cat or my grandmother’s cat, we are transformed light.
All our thinking and our Imagination, we are transformed light.
And from there, I agree with Herbert Read when he explains that “… the entire history of Art is the history of the various modes of human ‘visual’ perception.
It is the story of the different ways in which man has ‘seen’ the world. And although many think that there is only one way to see the world – as it ‘presents’ itself – Read explains to us that we see what we learn to see.
Vision is a habit, a convention, a partial selection of everything there is to be seen, a distorted summary of totality.
We see what we want to see, and what we want to see is not determined by the inevitable laws of optics but by our instinct for survival, by our need to discover and construct a believable world. What we see must be turned into something Real.
“In this sense, Art becomes a construction of Reality.”
“Art and love are the few possibilities of encounter that the universe presents.”
- Alejandro Dolina
