Life’s Paradox Museum is a light installation where text and image are the two faces of one each one of the 30 bags hanging on coat-hangers, thus by reading through the bags as if one is looking for clothes in a wardrobe, the viewer follows the narrative of the text and its corresponding photomontages. The narrative is complemented by the imagery and vice versa comprising a philosophical essay based on the phenomenal experience of various different perspectives towards life.
Life’s Paradox Museum received a Merit distinction and was selected for Cultural Studies exhibition at Central Saint Martins College of Art & Design and “Good Foundations” exhibition at the Alan Baxter & Associates Gallery, London, UK
light installation comprising 30 light and paper bags displayed on coat-hangers
dimensions of each bag: 43x60cm
The text of Life’s Paradox Museum reads as follows:
“The paradox of life is the constant doubt of testing the conscience of the truth. One’s mind is like a wardrobe where on which every coat hanger there is a bag and it’s up to us to explore the inside of one of those numerous bags... Once one opens one of the bags, a subject is discovered, a place, an area and as in every place there is a road that one must take before ending up in the same place. Life will be a reflection, regardless of its size, of the bag that was chosen. It ‘s the subject of one’s life and it will be for the contents of that bag that one will be fighting for. The bigger that bag is, the more connected it is with other bags exactly like a main road has more connections than a secondary one... Although the act of choosing a bag is almost unconscious, it is still dependent on our natural instincts provided by genes as something that one is born with... And, because intellectualism is mathematical and intelligence is symmetrical and these are the means deciding how one goes knowing oneself through the road of one’s life: by tube, walking or by bus... If one decides to feel its own road, simply feel it, through experiences using the sensorial organs as the world’s window... then one goes travelling by tube and one reflects the darkness of shadows that one sees. We don’t see the darkness that we live in and become like machines following a routine... with the happiness of being unconscient turning the world of darkness into a real world... We become sleeping objects being transported along a dark tunnel because we simply blend with the environment and one doesn’t explore one’s self in the sense of knowing one’s life... Our life’s aim will be to be as similar as possible to our surroundings without criticising them... We and earth become only one thing where things cannot be put... Some people prefer to live reflecting the darkness because of nature’s brutal strength of eternity... It is completely different if we imagine ourselves walking along the road, fighting at the same time with our body and soul... In that situation one’s body will be the one being limited, it will be the one being commanded by symbols and rules that society created: signals, language, morals, space and time... all these aspects make a culture. A culture that everyone must obey and being conscious of one self is to be conscious of one’s materialistic limitations. Along with that consciousness only the body obeys to the shadows of the road and the soul is abstract in a constant search for the truth... even if your legs are tired of walking, the energy of an active mind undertakes them to walk even faster. One doesn’t even realise the pressure of the culture, but one has the pain of a soul under a body. One has the conscience of not being anything else but a soul and mind trapped in a body. The more fragmented one’s mind is, it depends on the length of one’s road because a critical and rational mind will want to explore all the connections of the main road... In this multiple evolution of life the only thing that is persistent is one’s primordial unconscious choice and the idea of darkness from where everything comes from. Distinguished are those who travel along the road by bus, they see everything from the top, they don’t even need to touch the world to understand it. They don’t even waste their bodies because something is transporting them through the road and all its connections. Those human beings become archetypes... They are not completely during their lifetime because they still have a body, even if it is inside a soul... That’s the reason why only after death they become archetypes. Their main doubt is their own body and their own road is their own life... The amazing act of becoming an archetype is to be remembered for eternity in world’s history. These people become ideals in the following generations minds. As a conclusion of these three ways of exploring life and it’s paradox I would say that it doesn’t really matter which way one chooses... There is only one end, the closer one feels it, the more one realises that will never reach it... There is nothing worst than having the consciousness of their own unconsciousness... It’s a long way to have the consciousness of the darkness and disperse it. The one’s that have really realised it have lived very turbulent lives and some have killed themselves because the other side is death... One starts in one place and one ends up in the same place having learned that everything has a symmetrical reflection... ...we came from conscient darkness to the darkness conscient...”