Dissecting Landscape. Landscape is the mirror image of every observer. Landscape is not an objective entity. The complex of phenomena that condenses in our consciousness as outside ourselves, passes through the filter and the interpretation of senses and feelings. A book can be read by different readers, each one perceiving the events narrated in different ways. In this case we are in a situation closer to that of the writer, who explores certain circumstances, tries to understand them and narrates them. And Speaking of landscape this would be a self-narration. The landscape is what we tell to ourselves about what is outside ourselves. So there is more of us in it than we could think. Therefore exploring the landscape is not a geographical expedition, but an anthropological one. There is the classic opposition between portrait and landscape: both are correctly seen as the two complementary approaches that artists have in their investigations. Agreeing with that, it is indispensable to point out that it is not necessarily that one is man focused while the other is not. Portrait is a land of intentions, landscape of consequences. Together they are represent the sum of a process, from its premises to its conclusions. Being so tightly linked, they both give also a description of the other, because they constantly produce the other. Causes produce effects, that will be the new premises for new choices, that will then lead to new effects and so on. Therefore looking into somebody’s eyes or where he/she is looking at, will take you to the same place.
“Anywhere but me” is an ever spinning gaze over a blind horizon. A definition of self as an absence in the landscape. It is the point zero of observation, interaction, of being itself, because we could never start from anywhere else. We could never be in our landscape and this physical constriction is a source of anguish, as in an illusive way is conceivable by our mind but is not achievable. But that is a naïf mistake, as in the moment we would be in our landscape we would loose any consciousness of ourselves and consequently we would not be anymore.
“Not a big deal” spans in a lifetime, in its unavoidable approach to the end of the self and so of our world, that for each of us is the whole world. Relentlessly the end approaches but we perceive a rather stable situation immersed in our never ending present. We are the beginning of time and we can't conceive its end, as we can't rationally face death. What is our ultimate tragedy won't change the landscape so much.
“A.K.A. the endless new A.K.A. Boredom variations A.K.A never ending past A.K.A. The shameless return of the honour less samurai” is a spiral, a sequence of loops that are always similar but always different. Depending from the point of view that can be an infinite source of new or of bore. The continuous return on not yet walked road, the repetition of mistakes, the shame of an ever present past, the comfort of a known path, the necessity of looking forward and proceed, the pleasure of memory and experience.
“Again Momentum Again” is the rush for the leap. A well made plan to jump somewhere else, the landing and recovery. It is the daily fatigue of pushing our life forward, to fight the awkward sensation that it would roll anyway. Jumping a fence just to find another immediately behind.
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