
I wear my stories like a projection mapping artist Telling illuminating optical illusions on this brick house.
Most structures stay within their own habits. Most people don’t try to stop to hear the stories they have built up inside. The mind chalks it as familiar and keeps moving.
A projection mapping artist can play different realities using the whole structure of the building block regardless of how it's holding up.
They can turn it into a rainbow-filled castle floating away, a game of cat and mouse, its history, the dreams of the architect, the rehearsal of all the characters that played a role in the amphitheater echoing in the halls...
In Jerusalem, there is a festival of lights where projection artists come together mapping art onto 3000- year- old structures. One year, I recall them building a structure of a face in the middle of the old city. On that face, the artist mapped all ages, races, and cultures onto the structure showing that we are all one. Same basic structure with a different sense of self-running through it.
See in Hebrew there is no word for face only faces because everything that exists has more than one side to it. And like a projector, we mirror our story out of us, onto the scene. The stories we tell ourselves become the optical illusions we project onto our own lives.
Illuminating our character. Using different shapes and patterns. See colors stem from red, yellow, and blue we turn those colors into a symphony. We see it as upwards of 100 million variations expressed from this.
In painting, a hue is defined as pure pigment one without shade or tint. I imagine we all came into HUE.
Life tints us Creates us Tells a different version of us. A pigment is described as “a color insoluble to water”. Being 60% water there are stories that pigment into us. We hold onto variations that are insoluble to our sense of self. An energy that is ingrained
Everything we do is artistically expressing energy. Not to be confused by the type of art often thought to stick around and hold its performances on canvas. Keeping the same mimicked fraction of life. We are not defined by our fractions. Can you imagine if there was only one version of you? Only one identity?
Almost every animal sheds or molts. Whether it's a turtle’s outer shell, a cat shedding its fur, or a crab buries themselves until they consume their own exoskeleton. We all have our unique ways of outgrowing layers of ourselves.
We play like a movie, forget versions. Move through the emotions of us and discard them.
We tend to collide escope in two each other. Two spiraling paths that meet each other making serendipitous feeling worlds we can get lost in.
Mother, Son, Sister, Father
We have cherished identities through the reflection of others. As the Kalediscope moves through us we will keep seeing the same patterns in life until we learn to heal so we can evolve to a different spiraled spectrum. Wheel barreling back into each other
Who are you versus what you love? Differentiating is holding on to a fraction of self. Keeping one is to paint yourself into a corner.
Movies on the other hand are motion pictures we unknowingly watch the same stories with different characters until we learn to evolve out our script.
In Plato's allegory of the cave, the projection of shadows was what the prisons were convinced to be real life. All reality is an interpretation of light
The root for the word world in Hebrew, Olam, is Ahlm which means to conceal. Because anything you would think of as a world, a concrete art piece, is only an illusion.
We are all projection mapping artists until we get through those building blocks. No one wants a movie with so much shade that you're convinced the shadows are the only real life.
The art project of identifying is to find out what part of the inner projection needs healing, getting through those tints, and releasing them. So your whole world will see you as a real-time master peace. The goal is to heal so deep that all you are shedding is light.



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