Truth is a Shapeshifter | 2016

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We are always attempting to unearth truth
to dig it up from the eroded sentiments of time
expecting to get to the bottom
pushing forward in an amnesic trance
forgetting that there is no bottom to a sphere
only the other side

What we do pull from our tunneling are only mute symbols
superannuated artifacts
the original intentions lost
forgotten
misconstrued
misinterpreted.

We look into the mirror of history
but what stares back
is a dysmorphic vision
not a clear image
from either side
an ungraspable mirage

Past and Future facing one another
doppelgangers
each asking the other unanswerable questions
in infinite regress
a mirrored tunnel to nowhere

Do not be mistaken
truth has always been capricious
each age in turn has tried to pin it down by its center

first with the grasping of bodies in the dark
as if the truth were hidden
under folds of flesh
as if it could be coaxed out of hiding by caress
called out by grunt
thrust out in orgasmic release
or pushed out in birth
(in each of these ways a small reflective facet of its form was revealed momentarily… but the mystery remained)

Then came gestures towards explanations of perceived truth
pictures
words
songs
stories
philosophies
gospels
proclamations
manifestos
love letters
law suits
scientific studies
an endless march towards futility

More attempts to pull the shroud off
to see truth in all its naked splendor
but truth is not an obfuscated woman
(at least not always)

Truth is a ghost ship
in dazzle-camo on a mercurial sea
direction obscured
course unknown
vessel empty

Gallery installation of ceramic sculptures
with print ephemera, accompanying video work & interactive performance | Seattle, WA