Bright white light, void of colour, influence and the influence of conditioned emotions. Connectivity to what can only be described as love. The love for a small child, true uncompromising, unconditional love. Within this light is a love that connects all living and non living things. The feeling of warmth and love a small child feels when getting off a school bus in the first week of school, full of wonder and excitement. An innate need to share every new experience with someone who loves you.
Below this is ... colour, vibrant purple and exquisite indigo, The colour of the sky on a perfect day and the stark contrast of the trees on a warm day in June. The bright yellow of the Sun in its full strength and the calm orange as it fades. one thousand shades of red fading into the darkness.
The filtered light spills through the windows of a very old train station as we follow beings of immense size and in business attire. We are not sure where they are going but it seems like there are thousands of them, Your focus shifts from many to one.
As we move closer things are broken up into microscopic details. Below the cellular level, the movement of electrons, protons and neutrons dancing their familiar dance in their nucleus. The darkness and the light forever in battle denying their symbiotic nature. Trillions of Atoms. Each Atom at its core displays a universe.
Within the ever expanding vastness of the universe, imploding stars giving birth to new expressions of itself. billions of galaxies growing and collapsing into nothingness. Billions of solar systems, each one unique yet familiar under their laws and constructed roles. Planets pulled into the orbit of a dying star, each planet is alive with life yet our understanding of life keeps empathy beyond our grasp.
As we move closer to what we hold familiar a blue planet emerges. Moving closer to this planet we start to form a body that resembles a human being. Following what appears to be picture frames we move closer. Each picture frame is a memory, thought and perception of self. Falling closer we look back at the divine before the protective grip of our ego overrides our navigation.
Satellites, millions of satellites like little sharp knives pointed at the earth. Some satellites are pointed at the satellites pointed at Earth as we move past them undetected.
Closer we move to a world or ocean and sky, free of borders, laws, division and hatred. Beautiful green forests met with the seemingly infinite grain or sands circulating the same air since its creation. As we move closer we see the greyness of decay. Borders, countries, wars, acquisitions, mergers, death and destruction. Starvation, greed and Governance. An old world of stone, a new world of massive concrete and steel constructs. Aircraft's cutting through the clouds. Jet stream poison and the never ending flowing of industrial death.
Moving closer we see a Country broken up into sections with their own cities. Each City has its own form of government and law for the tiny people that a deeply convinced that they own a very small part of it. As we move closer we see a City, within the City we see a neighbourhood with thousands of tiny houses, tiny cars and many roads.
Moving closer we see a house and a tiny roof. Inside this house are rooms, rooms for cooking, sitting, doing laundry and sleeping.
Moving closer we see a bathroom with a rather large depressed man masturbating to a picture of one of his female coworkers on a small computer screen device. This will be the high point of his miserable day.
Welcome to Paint it All Fucking Yellow
Patrick Ackroyd
2023
Photo: Wolfgang Laib - Pollen From Hazelnut
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