Anna’s Amorphic Hour (version 1)

Substantiate.

I’m thinking about different mediums here; the passage of one medium through another. Perhaps a being in possession of one state passing through the state of another setting, like a fish gliding through water.

It’s another hybridized amalgamation of mine. The background collage is a physical collage of text, ads, and diagrams from books, magazines and printouts I glued together. The hollowed out female form is a digital photo I worked with extensively to bring it to the state you see here. If you’re keen, you may notice traces of association with Apex of a Heart.

I titled it Anna’s Amorphic Hour for poetic reasons. Playing with the interfacing of words with images, and defining their relationships, is obviously what I do. I like how the mouth and voice initiates the “a” sound with each word in the title. Even the word “hour” begins with an “a” sound; A-A-A. Am I suggesting a triple A rating of something?

The female form—Anna—is passing through a sea of stabilized text, words, and diagrams. I say stabilized because none of the background material runs at diagonal angles; it’s all up, down, left, and right. Anna is in a state of mind that allows her to feel the magnificent space in her own being, even her own so-called physical being. She recently discovered that matter is mostly composed of vast swaths of space between all the sub-atomic particles that constitute her body and everything around her.

For some reason, this realization triggered Anna to fly into a sort of religious trance in which she thought of herself as an hourglass, and, when others look at her, they see through her as if she were a fish-tank. A moving fish-tank that is. So there are material things you can see through the portal form of Anna’s figure. Some of them are more material than others as they tune in and out of the plane through which she is passing.

I am harkened back to Lewis Carroll’s novel, Through the Looking-Glass, as I write about Anna’s little adventure here. While there may be connections, Anna is by no means Alice. Anna lives in the 21st century, and has quite an imagination. She and I paddle ideas back and forth with each other as if we were playing ping pong at a self-help retreat. I had known for many years now of the overwhelming amounts of space that exists between the elements of so-called matter. Moreover, I know that matter itself is basically quanta of energy; bundled up super-strings if you will.

I plan on telling Anna about this at our next informal tournament of idea paddling. In the meanwhile, I’m enjoying the passage of thought as I hammer out this waking dream and encode it into a few words for you. Won’t you join us in this four dimensional panorama that keeps on trying to adjust time with space in bubbles of illusion?

Overstand.