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Today I found something else
That divinity is nothing more than another way of being as a human. There is the animal form, the consciousness, and also the divine.
Religion has nothing to do with it because as divine there must be incorporated both animal and consciousness/conceptual/logic. Because divinity is a product of some weird things coming out of consciousness. Out of the abstract. Mixed with emotions, mixed with base drives. It is a very very amazing human discovery.
The problem is that throughout the ages we keep on saying that the divine is exterior and impersonal. Unreachable.
Although I respect and appreciate the long long religious tradition that purpose is to give a chance to people to go higher, not to forget this third form of being.
What is again very wondrous and amazing, is that the divine is so very little known to us humans that it will take thousands and thousands of years to discover and incorporate the divine in the human existence.
I wonder how consciousness came about into animals. Into the hominids. The human history is such a magical journey. And our next goal is incredibly amazing.
Nyx is a video about one man’s journey deep out of time and into the arms of the night. He disrupts all that is reality and organum in order to unite with the night. With the freedom darkness of pure emotion. A connection within death, eros and dream.
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Two of Redreturn videos, Versatile and Earth Eye, participated at the experimental video presentation FORCED2 [EMBODIMENT] at MART Gallery in Dublin.
FORCED 2 (with your permission, Of Course!) is an Experiment in the Art of Viewing [VIDeoART], curated by Lynda Phelan in association with Mart Experiments. Contributing Artists: Tony Red (ROU), Luke Byrne (IRL), Johnny Welch (AUS), Darren Caffrey (IRL) & John Russell (GBR). Each artist was asked to select 1 work they saw fit for public consumption and 1 work they would rather you watch in private.
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A video about the world forming and the braking away. Coming from desire and culture and transforming into insight. We often forget about this thin thread that we acquire in time. Ambrosia the moment to moment pure inspiration.
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Men and women that had never let themselves be fucked
have no idea how to be with others. No feeling about togetherness.
Always afraid, controlling and aggressive.
In a small white room, on the white bed sheets put on the floor, a naked girl is combing her long long hair from behind with her Left Hand Black. She has her eyes closed. We see on her lips the mumbling.
SONATINE My name is Andrei I am 26 years old because under any subtle acoustic creation, the attentive beings secrete the sad silt. They save the flying birds that die daily on the crude pathways. And if these flights they would be chosen they would jump over the warm buzzing lines of the touched turnarounds.
She stops her combing and takes her head back and opens wide her mouth. She takes out her tongue. Drops of saliva fell from a BOY’s mouth into her’s. She closes her mouth very gentle. And so so softly, like falling into a sweet sleep she lies on the white sheets.
She takes off his pink wig. And then the glasses.
Under his clothes he has plastic under which there is blood. After she cuts away the clothes she cuts his plastic shield away.
He remains naked and bloody.
She pours gas over the clothes and set s them on fire.
Then, she takes a red thread and ties it to his cock, and measures it carefully to be on the earth with some longer thread. At the other end she ties the stone that he had in his mouth.
FEMA Its death of the thing that keeps you back. The one you try to overcome and become better. Here you can become everything.
Fema takes her hand away and uncovers her beautiful moist pussy.
LOQUE I am just one. One at one time.
FEMA No. You can be more. You can be all.
LOQUE No… no… no… no… no… I need me. I need mine. I need myself.
He gets closer and closer to the pussy. We see his erected cock getting near the pussy. From the back he trust in her. And as he trusts again and again he disappears. Only her bent legs remain and them get under the frame, relaxing.
In the frame from the left side enters the boy. And gets closer and closer to the Flesh. He is intrigued and fascinated by the soft warm piece of Flesh. The touches it. And plays with it. With the back muscles, with the buttocks. With the lines and lights and darkness on the flesh. He gets close with his face. He bites the flesh. He touches it with his tongue. And then hugs it with his cheek and with his eyes and whole face.
In an empty white room, APHO and REMUS are sitting one opposite to the other. Both naked and between them there are two bowls one white and the other red. Around her there is a circle made out of twigs and green leafs.
Apho takes from the white bowl and puts on Remus head. Making him dripping white all over. Then she puts her hands in the red bloody bowl and puts on his head the red blood.
Bodies born from the head
Fighting, Breathing from the water of knowledge
Running around the flowers of doom
In the night that shrieks of pain
One small light
Hidden in the sweet mud of torn bodies
In thick revenge smell of iron ore
Bodies and bodies and flesh without words
Lighted by the candle of the woman soldier
Of the woman mistress
Of the woman goddess
Light over the blind
Bewildered on the new
Breathless of the ecstasy
The woman fells in pieces among them
Among the breathless corpses
Their dieing teeth brake pieces of her rose flesh
Their bodies diseased with anew virus of life