CONVERGENTLY PARALLEL.

A fitting follow up to Spectacle in terms of its brutality.

I don’t think people liked this piece very much which is okay cause I really love it.

Parallel lines should never meet, yet here they do

This is probably the most ero-guro thing I’ve made. The circuit-veins whipping around like wild tentacles is a detail I added at the time because it was cool looking, but revisiting this a little while removed gives me the interpretation of the objectified having a bit of fight in them, even at their most dehumanized.

A character has literally been reduced to a shell yet another spins them into an object of desire.

Under aesthetics is an emptiness.

Those too disengaged from the often intangibly hollow fields of abstraction that give the space to create a sense of self, may devalue others to a point of object-hood by way of not reckoning with their own potential non-importance. Over valuing themselves to a point of meaningless self-indulgence. Not understanding that what of their world is shared with others, does not end with them.

Where one might attract another by way of an empathetic open mindedness, the one attracted depending on how shallow or sheltered their outlook, might only understand the pleasurable stimulus of being recognized and thus engage with the given empathy as not connection but the beginning of something more transactional.

This has all the set up to describe a relationship many would see as worth condemning, however in such a grim foundation is a truth that lays seeds for more counteractive and selfless engagement.

Love is conditional.

There is a degree to which you will never truly know another, a degree to which you will apply functions for the other to adhere to, as they will to you.

A degree to which you aren’t so much understood as you are interpreted, just as you to others.

A degree to which everyone is just a doll.

The trickiness in exploring the morality of this is asking what the nature of these conditions placed upon us are, whether or not these conditions expend the other being and or you. Not only what but why.

Now I’m not saying you can’t love someone without strings attached. Of course you can. Though its important to note that the severing of those strings tends to be a choice rather than always inherent, hence “why”. Why forego condition? I’ve for sure thrown it out the window in some instances. Did I always think it through? Should I think it through?

I’m not here to give you an answer or even open up about my own, that’s up to you.

All I did was depict what it feels like to sometimes be caught up in this messy work we do.