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Selected Projects 2007—2014

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How can subjective experiences arise from an objective world


Why does magical thinking continue to retain a strong hold on humanity despite the advances of science


Will humanity ever dispense with artificial paradises


When does a flight from become a plunging into


Design Indaba

Interversion

– Print magazine; Featured Artist; Cover; pp 44-48

Design Indaba selected 10 works and asked me to write the questions.

What does it mean to be conscious? Where am I? Or is the sense of self just an illusion, a useful fiction only as real as a rainbow?

How can subjective experiences arise from an objective world? Does this relate to the contradiction between our sense of significance and a cold unbiased universe? Is this even the right question to ask?

What causes the self to fragment? What are the ways of crossing the borderline into the psychotic condition? Can we even make sharp distinctions between sanity and insanity?

The new image of humanity emerging from genetics and neuroscience is strictly unmetaphysical and forces us to confront our mortality like never before. Does life become more authentic the more death becomes absolute? Why does magical thinking continue to retain a strong hold on humanity despite the advances of science?

Will humanity ever dispense with artificial paradises? How does the fallacy of transcendence sustain our obsession with mysticism, sex, drugs and suicide? Is a criticism of escape through the devotion involved in the art-making process simply another form of escape?

Why does the tradition of the transcendental aesthetic continue to seduce not only contemporary fine art but visual communication in general? Would it be possible to create a sensory experience that could function as some sort of neural distillate of mystic enlightenment, ecstatic intoxication and coital orgasm?

Can we explain how chemical intoxication is a substitute or accomplice for the mystic experience of religious zeal? What happens when we lose the infinite reward?

When does a flight-from become a plunging-into? Can we conceive of the folding void of suicide not as self-injury but as self-escape?

Isn’t art easy? Why make it? Isn’t it an effort to conquer time, a vain attempt at immortality?

Who are you? Why are you so obscure? Why can you not answer the questions?

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