Artistic object is sacred. Or at least that is what we have been led to believe. Michelangelo's David, The Mona Lisa – thousands of intricate aesthetic choices form a masterpiece. Untouchable, inert – frozen perfection.
And yet the world is in a constant state of flux. As you are reading this very sentence, your body is hurtling through space at 67,000 miles per hour. With every word absorbed, new synapses burst into life, connecting new cells from the over 100 billion in your brain.
Even this very post is kinetic. A minute part of the mind boggling 24,000 gigabytes uploaded to the Internet per second. A singular message forming part of a never-ending digital stream of consciousness.
So life isn't fixed or linear. A single narrative that starts and ends. Rather it is cyclical. Multiple stories running, and feeding back into each other ad infinitum.
Artistic expression should engage and unravel the nexus of relations between space, form and consciousness.
It should raise questions about our relationship to the world.
Art needs to breathe, to react, to shift with environmental changes. It should have a life of its own. No longer passive object but active being.
COLOMBO
LONDON