When The Tide Hits The Horizon - Joshua Uvieghara

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When I look at the turmoil on the surface, at the turning of the tide and I can't tell which direction the tide is going, the river gives me an indication by dragging the tectonic with it. I can see it moving against the bank (three states of static). The pull, like my desire goes out to the edge of the world. Usually there is an object for my desire; water for thirst, Rebecca for love, yet this is for what is not seen. When the tide hits the horizon it leaps into the current of magnetic field arcs. It does not finish there because there are others. It is a rare occasion, the solar eclipse, indicating an unusual insight to the corona. Yet these insights are less rare than first thought if you care to look. What can we consider these rare inflections to be? Deluze speaks of the forces of chaos being traced in composition through a method bringing about an assemblage or bloc of sensations on the compositional plane. Arnheim observes that art involves centric and eccentric vectors that reflect symbolic meaning to life. Bachelard, the soul inaugurating a form. Returning to the river; a piece of cultural detritus floats by as the river reveals a constellation, flip again to the cinematic view through my garden fence and patio roof. The cosmos in its stillness conceals the turmoil taking place as it is - writ large in my mind. That dark matter defies the law and order of physics, taking along with it the tectonic raft. The object of my desire is invisible; the object of my desire is indicated. _______________________________________________ Joshua Uvieghara Traversing Installation and Exhibition Saturday 25th August, 7pm