Of Art, and Universe, and 42.

The only true and primary artist is the Universe itself.
Think of it as of the God, or as of some undefined cosmic essence, which creates itself and everything around (the answer is 42 anyway, if you get my sick humour). Everything — anything — we do is the primary art via proxy servers of our minds. Human minds are like camera lenses — variously shaped, variously coloured, with different curve and shading. If we are the cameras, programmed to capture memories of this Universe, it’s the lenses of our minds that make the captures in question so different.

Looks like I always wanted to say this. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve just came to this thought this morning because I’ve been told people like the way I do portraits.

Portrait is nothing but a human being expressed through the filter of one’s perception.

When you say, “I love your Dylan Moran”, or, “I love your Clark Gregg” — black out the “your” part. You like the humans themselves. “My” part is only distorting their natural images with my mind.

Some distorted Dylan Moran, at your service.

I’ve been told nobody else aside myself sees these particular shades in people. You have no idea of how exactly you flatter me with these words. The shades are always there, like black is not completely black all the time, there’s always a different colour – depending on the light, position, reflections, or the eye of the beholder.
You just need to observe a bit closer.

Thank you for loving my distortions.
I mean it.

~ by Erebus Odora on April 19, 2012.