Mid cities tidal waves

Trains made into words spoken into the void reflect the faces of those witnesses to this moment.
The art is a lie, used to tell a truth.

Reaction frames

There has to be a witness. If there is no witness, one will be sculpted. It will be sculpted in something that will last a thousand years in the frames of our dna. A message that took more than a thousand years to get here. It is asking what do you see?

Thoughts on the process

1. Paying tribute to all of the Unseen workers that brought us to this moment. 
2. Looking at the suburbs from an Artisan's perspective by deconstructing the bronze casting process.
3. Creating a structural moment of pause in the noise that is distracting Us from this moment.
4. Being transplanted in and out of time,  a constant alien and foreign traveler brings a sense of permanence to its surroundings. 
5. The Continuous Observer views the moments across the globe, pulling them into the present, to travel along with us into the future.
6. The Artist uses the closest available materials to assist in bringing the reflections of the surrounding environment into being. 
7. The Substantial enduring characteristics of bronze has traditionally  relegated this material as  one that commemorates the life and death of individuals.
8. There is no crime of preference  when everything is reproduced to be the same.
9. The Artisan is preference in action, hidden behind the final product. 

 10. In the land of the seasonal rotation of replacement, we hold onto a specific moment that reflects and defines the species that we are a part of.

11. The goal is not to hold on to a specific  moment forever but to be ok with each moment as it comes.

A pause

The sculptural analysis of the bronze casting process.  A structural moment of pause in the artistic stream of consciousness.

The anthem of Atlas Shrugged The Fountainhead

We play the anthem of our recording to anyone who will witness
when we're gone the recording keeps playing through our children and grandchildren.
Atlas Shrugged The Fountainhead

Title

In the ever-increasing homogeneity of life originality is the only proof that you're not living a simulation
By deconstructing the process of bronze casting an artisan explores the suburbs and the process of those who  died to bring us here.

Forgetting

We've got too many great thoughts so that by the end of the day we are exhausted after doing nothing
Maybe we fight because we're not trying to break through the Haze.
Although  we want to prove to ourselves that we are.
does the speed of response dictate legitimacy?
The rest of our lives are boring and dull and so we lash out and say things to make reciprocating actions that make up for the life that we're not living.
To wake up.
And the moment we reach out to find the clarity of pursuing an individual passion the weight of gravity pushes slumber and forgetting upon us.
One of the few emotions that wake us up is anger to fight through the fog.

Looking for something new we pour through reused images and Noise.
Hoping to find proof that we are not artificial. 
That we are more than just a scripted recording  in someone else's book or someone else's story.
We are looking for the chemical high of connecting with the Devine which is also addictive.
Why would a creator create addiction?
Is the topic of divine and creator a distraction.
the moment you give something a word it becomes a distraction.