I seek to lose myself in the word, the most sublime abstract resource to drown in the temporal forms and oscillations of existence, experience of which, I am not exempt. I will try to threaten, deceive and dismantle imperiously with prose and sometimes with verse, the forges of oblivion, that metaphysical burner of events too big for us and that surpass us inadvertently. Instants of light, of consciousness and chaotic order. We try to understand uselessly with the use of our symbologies and aphorisms, the divine geometry that the flames of the infinite fan, they flow over space, molding matter, molding to nothingness: hierarchical stratum of finitude. This particular space is a repeated struggle, of many more to come, of the cry of man that with vanity and ego fallacy, plans to live out of oblivion, thinking that once on top of that titan warped and untamable, will surpass in part to human thought and it will be the universe itself, lax and omnipresent, accepted in the impossibility or the unknown, crossing the threshold of ambition itself. While this is only a personal ideology, the various forms of artistic expression that give rise to a catharsis rather than an inhuman goal brought to you by my person, share in my opinion the same essence, independent of the act and not the effector subject: The struggle against nothingness, the perpetual ingenuity and the absurd gale of irregular events that we call life. These are the reasons for my cries of impotence, those inconsistent resonances that only I hear detonate
"Dementia Portrait" 2019 Matt Lombard. Model: Brian James Dickie.