I: the Dot

If you stare at the red dot long enough, the red dot starts to stare back at you…

Maybe it is a dead pixel in the screen of existence.

Maybe it is a laser dot of an assault rifle aimed at one’s most tender spot.

Maybe it is a grain of micro plastic sitting there for no other reason than causing annoyance.

Is it a threat to the being contorting around it, or a precious grain of sand to be guarded and enveloped with layers upon layers of pearl?

As is the case with everything in life, ambiguity and uncertainty is the only thing we can be sure to encounter.

Which is the right way to view and understand this whole “foreign body” thing?

The one you are finding for yourself. For me, it is about the fragile tension between the natural and unnatural. Oragnics and synthetics that fill our habitat, fuel our culture or delicately creep inside our own bodies…But also, what is “our” vs. “foreign body”? Maybe it be that we ourselves already bacame a “foreign body” in the vast scope of nature? And in the context of nature as a whole, do we deserve to call ourselves special? Or as to quote Tyler Durden we are “the same decaying organic matter as everything else”?

Don’t be misled to think that I know all the answers, because I most certainly don’t. However, I like to overthink stuff from time to time, so if you see some good-old-fashioned erotica, that is also a valid point of view.

II: the Line

Another red line crossed…

Sometimes the line is cut, when we officially open some venue of presumably great importance.

Other times, the line is drawn, like we do to separate the “our” from the “foreign”- be it ideas, physical borders or physical bodies. No matter how mundane or unheard of a thing is, as soon as you scratch the surface, the line will present itself. Remember – it is a single line drawn on the tarmac that separates us and the head-on collision.

The lines are lurking everywhere – dividing, conquering, coralling. We say: “this is where I draw the line” and may the Gods have mercy on the trespassers.

Division is our favourite category of thinking, and line is it’s most potent tool. Especially when it’s the red one.

But there are also times when red line is more like a thread: think bloodline. You, each and every person reading this, regardless of gender, race, sexual preferences, you are the direct descendant of generations upon generations of successfull-enough-to-survive renaissance folks, all the way down to cavemen (who I presume were the first ones to draw a line with charcoal), and even further down – to the apes. Very successfull apes indeed.

And this whole picture, like a string of milky – white pearls, is held together by a single, trickling red line of blood. Bonkers.

So, back to the line in question: shall we cross it, cut it, or further it to connect some loose dots somewhere in the unidentified point in future, possibly in the galaxy far, far away? Tyler Durden would have said: “you decide your own level of involvement”.

Foreign body

The concept of transition implies that there is some kind of line that either is or insn`t crossed. Sometimes the line is physical – like threshold of a home that separates anything-can-happen nature and I-am-the-master-of-my-own-couch dwelling. The line may be of political nature – like a state border, or philosophical – like the watershed of what constitutes a human and what constitutes an animal.

But humanity`s favourite line is us vs. them. The “us” can take many forms, shapes and sizes, and depending on the shape and form of “us” we determine the fate of “them”.

In this series of works I explore the “us” as a human species vs. “them”-all that is nonhuman. Be it a living matter-nature`s flesh and bones, or artificial, man made matter-toxic ideas produced by us and generously seasoned with microplastics – also by us.

The central question of this series “have humans became a foreign body in the vast scope of nature” is in essence the question on the stage of transition – has it happened yet? Should we allow the transition to happen, and if yes, when and how?

There are many theories explaining what could, should or would happen with us as we cross this or that threshold. Many of those theories are written by people who are much smarter than me. So I choose to observe events from the sidelines. When viewed from a side, the line turns into a dot. And the good thing about the dot is it`s inclusiveness – the only thing a dot can separate is a written sentence. But then again there are times when after the dot comes nothing.