Jesus was only roughly 20 people ago (long lived back to back). All of human so called history is only about 70 people back to back. Shocking. Just utterly shocking how ephemeral humanity is. We buy into our big history and the measurements of the minutes days weeks years centuries and millennia. But really, they are not real increments. They are basically a day, divided by our heartbeat. And what is a day but something ENTIRELY subject to our little tiny planet and it’s arbitrary relationship to our insignificant sun. Imagine a being that grew up on a planet many times greater than our own where the days were as long as months and hours were many of our days and they themselves were the size of our biggest trees. Upon looking at our sun and earth and the biofuzz teeming on the Earths surface, we would appear frenetic little busy bodies. Time is NOT real. Well, it is as real as a tape measure. But a tape measure is rather useless in deep space. So after all, is a lightyear really a logical way to perceive and define the universe?
This is follow up on my previous post on Black Holes.
A thought on the expanding universe theory as opposed to bounce theory (where gravity will in theory pull matter back towards a center): Expansion seems logical in that matter, being dissimilar from space, is an “unwelcome” intrusion. Space will have a tendency to make matter less intrusive, it will dissipate it in a uniform way (entropy).
My thought is that space is a process of convection and dissipation. Big bangs (there are probably infinite big bangs) are caused by an inherent instability in the space/matter relationship. It’s a fissure of sorts where energy and thus matter is released to either dissipate endlessly or to return to the more stable state of say black holes, which “clean up” the intrusion of matter.
In this model, Space would have a surface tension. When matter gets massive enough it pops through that surface tension toward stability. This will happen where matter accumulates enough but not everywhere. Space will probably always have remnants of our universe’s (and possibly the universes created by “other” Big Bangs) detritus in it, like dust floating on water because it didn’t go down with the “ship”.
A cosmic convection of space and matter. I thought of this dissipation and expansion after laying on a dock over a glass calm lake. I spit and watched it fall perfectly into the water, disappear, then pop back up and expand in every direction, faster and faster (the bubbles in the saliva created the perfect marker for this expansion). My spit and the water were different enough and the water dealt with it by dissipating it. It was the easiest and most natural way for them to exists together. I think matter is doing the same thing. Faster and faster in every direction except for where it builds up enough and it re-assimilates into space.
Black Holes. One of the things I like to do is to visualize and feel what might be happening at different scales. We operate at a very specific scale. To us, a mountain is big and an anthill is small. But there are so many other places to imagine the universe and all of its (imaginable and knowable) contents from.
One thing I like to try to imagine is how matter wants to behave in space at the planetary and galactic scale. Working with “stuff” all day everyday has given me a little insight into how that stuff most wants to behave. Although it is all behaving in a familiar gravity/electricity stricken, oxygen and nitrogen laden atmosphere, the basic “laws of nature” are such that one can safely assume they may behave similarly in the so called vacuum of space- with a little adjusting.
Anyway, about black holes... my sculptor’s (and lay astrophysicist) theory is this: matter is dissimilar from space, therefore matter tends to separate and bind to itself much like tar balls in ocean water (oil/water). This is as much an electric process as it is a gravitational one (in my eyes gravelectric) which does what it does from the quantum all the way to the galactic (I challenge a math whiz to fill in that blank: a simple 4 dimensional GUT or Grand Unified Theory).
What about black holes? When matter accumulates so much that it becomes “heavy”, either as a massive star or the center of a galaxy, it reacts to the surface tension of space and “pops” back through to where it came or “reintegrates”- the Enrtopic Ideal. This whole Big Bang/Black Hole cycle (which I believe there are infinite big bangs and infinite black holes) is a form a universal matter-space convection. We live in the turbulence of this cosmic dance.
These first several days of 2018 have been mostly spent in the studio going through old piles of materials and accumulated objects and half finished or unresolved works (for some reason or another I convinced myself that I would do something with them) and either throwing them out or seriously organizing them.
At 42, I realize that time is a diminishing resource even if you do get all 24 hours of every day. It might be the relationship we have to an hour, day or a year, as we accumulate them, they feel less singular or defined. Relatively speaking they are actually smaller when seen geometrically, or in shapes as they relate to each other and the whole...
My effort is to gain clarity and focus to be able to not get tripped up on old baggage that becomes part of the hardwiring unless a conscious effort is made to upgrade the OS.
Consciousness is a theme of interest lately for me. How conscious are we as individuals? And as a group? I feel we cannot thrive (or even survive in any familiar sense) unless we start being really conscious of what we value and to what end?
Sculptor’s blog, earth date: Dec 18th 2017.
I have ... never.... had a .. blog ... before. It seems like an easy enough thing to do and to subject upon a willing public. I say willing because you are here. If you’re not a bot and you are reading this, well then thank you for your even greater commitment to checking out my services as a sculptor and now, for the first time ever, public diarist.
Some things are better said than sculpted. I hope to figure out what that might be. I have often felt that writing is an important part of the artistic process.
Process. My emotions and thoughts are floating around and they accumulate into ideas which, when conditions are perfect take form via some sort of material or process turning a wave into a particle.
Anyway. I close with a poem I wrote trying to figure out an unclumsy title for a newly resolved work of art.
On my way to the stars,
deep space hold me tight
hold me close
light take me reflect on my skin
hold my breath eternal.
Electric wind sail through me,
a spark a stellar flash.
Adrift in the spotlights of the gods
I bow to you
my flesh cool and still
heavy and dense as iron and elements bound.
Call on me. I come.