Map of the Universe So Far benjamin harubin ©2007-2021 34" x 48" x 14" canvas, wood, found objects, acrylic and paint stick |
i don't make things. i just watch them grow; houseplants. they take time to become visible to normal sight. the critical path is not a straight line but the most efficient one (like a sailboat tacking into the wind). nothing is forgotten; nothing is erased. everything is fuel; everything is fire, of various rates. it's a bit like life itself, and frankly i'm not sure where the exact edge is between what i do and what is done to me by the Quantum Field, which is good because that means the whole arrangement is highly and variously reflective and that is at least interesting.
art is just us. nothing is unnatural: the hair and fingernails; the termite's mound; the found stick; the automobile and computer. we humans are the infectious muck that films this planet, busy converting chemicals into other chemicals, brewing and doing. art is justice.
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