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Tuesday, March 5, 2019

March 5, 2019

Corporate media is our true god. 

We have been force fed a false ideology, a pacification of the masses by material wants that stifle our artistic expressions into copying lives of others not only in clothes but also in image creation. We are instinctive animals, when we see something we like we will imitate it. 

Photography now is imitation. There is a surface quality to images seen not only on social media sites but on the news sites as well. It is as if the photographer wasn't even present when composing the image but instead was driven to shoot quick and look for something more substantial in his mind down the way when if he was aware of his surroundings would have been able to find those moments that bring revelation. This failure of patience reflects the hectic pace of our world right now. 

We live not in our moments but in a controlled environment of pacification of our senses through long work days that drive a wedge between your intuitive perceptions and the demanding, centering manipulation of your senses to see the external world as a built structure impenetrable to your vision,being controlled by technology so you will give up hope of a personal expression.

We are becoming dull fearful beings of capitalism. A need to be controlled so we don't have to become other than what they label us as.

We are insulated from our truth we experienced in childhood, the freedom to use your imagination and become whatever you wanted to be. 

As we grew smaller in our own unique thoughts we fell prey to the  structured existence of the external exploitation of our natural tendency to conform. 

The subliminal messages that nurture your ego and activate your sexual desires and you are feeling important in the drudgery of contained possibilities.  

For after all we are animals that think in terms of the herd and following rules that undermine our ability to be unique in the presence of natural beauty and our unique perspective. 

We create our outer authority, an instinctive need we all share to form a herd for protection and acceptance. And the wealthy take advantage of the herded flocks meek voices becoming the masters of the herds powerless individuality. 

We ignore our inner consciousness so we will be accepted. This is a social demand that the wealthy instill in us with threats of failure, job loss and your freedom to be yourself vilified by the media's control of the air waves.  

Our intellect is programmed to find the easy path of self hood. Do what others do and remain quiet in your despair.

We are all made for great adventures and the ability to produce art from these original paths we all seek that reflects our inner being. Reflects our inner world externalized for others to see, discuss, understand and disagree. We need that balance of character that accepts our unique art as being individual and not representative of the mass confusion now instilled in us through technologies lies and its ability to influence our perceptions and actions without our consent.

Great art demands attention! The artist spotlights a subject that he discovers and through the process of discovery understands the absolute need to create the subject in a new light. His discovery of the subject was an intuitive bonding between subject and photographer, an immersion into the details of composition, light, perspective and exposure.

What is art but an inner revelation?  One seeks uniqueness in expression. We all have the ability to look deeper into the eyes of our subject and connect on a deeper level than even we can fully understand.

The money lenders are flocking to the pulpit of social media trying to convince the majority of people that all you need to do is remain still and keep your head down and follow the leader to your poverty stricken physical and impersonal consciousness, cursing your wasted years following leaders that corrupted the system of artful grace in us all and herded the people into roles to play that dictated to them their fruitless lives. The wonder of life squelched by the structured wealth of a poor divine nature.

As people we are being dumbified down with false facts, the media machine is in full gear and we accept the false narrative as we slowly move into repressive state of illusion until all that is left is people doing godless work.


We have become objects to promote a fashion to others, a personality in our own minds with no deep personal revelations only a surface glitter.

Our image making is now image taking.  Our greedy sight takes everything in, in a split second, as the shutter is released and the ego is fed once again on trivia and embarrassing moments of his or someone 
else's life. 

What is the point, the purpose of these billions, trillions of images being made and then exploited on a social media site with commercial and financial rewards not for the image creator but the money men using technology to get free subjects and exploit those images for personal wealth?

There is no point to the massive amount of images being produced except to define our lives, our history that was once produced for a  family album, for personal use, not to be sent around the world in a mad frenzy to be seen and heard as the populations voices are being stuffed with gluttonous need for exposure, their personal lives being exploited with the wealth's investment. The social media's ability to comb the airwaves finding obsessions, moods, desires, needs, wants, all there for these people's personal lusts to be sold to corporations for ads directed at their vices without the understanding by the ones being manipulated.

We have no center of intuitive consciousness now in this tower of Babel of words and images whereby our minds are dulled into a faster and faster pace of life with no reward present except a false belief that one is making a life for oneself by exploiting others.

These moments now are not personal moments of intimacy and unique internal struggles to express with passion your inner most thoughts. These moments we live now are forgettable without focus, without meaning. 

You are being exploited to give away your imagery to a technology that gives you permission to post on their site without you receiving monetary gains.  We are supposed to feel privileged with the views we get and the accolades of comments of your work but no reimbursement of the time it took you to create the images.  Because now through hardened conditioning everything you do is photographically necessary and easily uploaded to all social media sites for greedy eyes to view and comment on.

Since when do people give their lives away in pictures for free.  Why would you want to express your moments in your own personal life to strangers that no nothing of you or could care less?

Human nature is the answer.  We all have a desire to be seen and heard. We want our lives to be something more than just being present but that is exactly what life has to be, being present in your life and not a picture of your life posted for others to see. We must demand something bigger from us than just playing it safe, keeping a low profile. We must start now to develop our unique perspective and rebel against the static interference of our intuitive force by those puppet masters controlling us with shiny objects of deceitful immediacy.

The remaining days of a life are usually misguided advances of someone else's profit. The construction of the reality we share is only a facade of concrete power. We are not alone in our fears.  Our dreams dispersed over a vast inner stillness. Waiting for the purging of extraneous banter and looking deeper into what your inner world looks like through your unique perspective.

We are not children with meek voices accepting the status quo, we are individuals with our unique take on life and nature, strong enough to express our gifted insights on a totally commercial nightmare of our personal needs being exploited for monied interests by social media and the billionaires who profit from our misguided realizations…








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