I Am Here Because You Are Here
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Over the course of one evening, this work was created. The image, Virus, was created in response to the story, I Am Here Because You Are Here, which was crafted using a 'cut-up' technique explained by W.S. Burroughs and Brion Gysin. I was reading 6 different books (The Holy Bible, Alchemy, A Disease of Language, Book of Lies, Mutants and Mystics, and the Kybalion) and cut the sixth word, from each page of each book; arranging from piles randomly six times. Very devilish stuff! Clearly a sympathetic or associative creative process.
The image really came together on its own, in remarkable fashion- the synchronicities across process-generated text and collaged image are striking. I walked down to the drawing studio and happened across a selection of various art magazines and National Geographic Magazine which provided collage materials. The 'Jesus on a biscuit' word bubble I had intuitively selected earlier that afternoon is from a collection of random printed material cut-outs, and the 'slashed face skin diver' background is an old digital printer proof that I was itching to part with. Everything, down to the auditorium background image, fits together as by some unknown intention, complete with a hidden binary message and an excerpt from the genuine word of God.