The back pain continues to get worse, but the limitation is breeding more contentment in my life (no reason necessary).
I find my work making a transition since moving to our 2nd house in Merida.
I am constantly looking at water and stone, both alive and changing in their own ways.
There’s a feeling that I have exerted too much control over my works in the past. I find myself using water more and more to paint the picture. The water has it’s own way of deciding where things should go and how they should look.
I’m distancing myself more and more from feeling that I am in control of the creative process. Instead, I let water (we are part of each other) do what it wants to do and I interact with it.
We are the world. There is no “nature” or “outside world”. There is only me. There is only each of us. It is all a part of me. So the water, the materials, we play knowing the painting was always going to exist and it always will exist, just like every thought we have.
I (he) is letting the electronics themselves, the pulses and electricity and universal chance, guide the sounds forward. Sounds which I (he) will publish. Sounds which are just organized sounds, as distinct from music – that have their own life, i.e. no composer, only compositions.
Low frequency oscillators, spacializers, chance operations, random algorithims, drunk generators – these pulses organize the sounds, and the sounds are just the sounds. He interacts with them and publishes them. The result is beauty.
This “interaction” is becoming a key trait of his work. His work is his work, living its own life. He is nature and nature is him.