Each life evolves around a self developing core called 'curiosity'; it is usually understood as 'imagination'; both terms have been wrapped into a veil of unrealism, absence of being, irrationalism, relatively to social realism;
Ideologies are now the so-called drivers upon which almost every specie and sub-specie thrive, but not towards self-realization, for it is the ideology's which requires substantiation, constant care, as a patient requires in intensive care;
Progress seems to be forever linked to a state of war, surging out of a million self justified reasons, each branded as a unique, thus precious way of being kept alive, for the social structure over all other considerations;
Here, between images and texts, I try to create within the one now here, a kind of echo chamber, a resonator which gives rise to other evocations, each an infusion of a slightly different realism;
It is up to the person to decide wether to trash the thing or look into it for a useful bit of data through which to forge within the self a tool of the now;
we are but a tool assembly set up.