For most of my adult life, I have been fascinated by the scientific investigations of sub-atomic particles. These are the tiniest, tiniest fragments of matter, much smaller than the atoms which we’ve come to know and love, and they are everywhere. The most captivating aspect of these fragments was their completely contradictory behaviour when studied within the grand old science of physics. Scientists were bewildered by how the same particle could be in two different places at the same time. Or how particles could move forwards and backwards through time. Or even, incredibly, how two particles that were in two vastly distant places could actually affect each other, instantaneously. In other words, they appeared to be magical. And the universe was made of them!
Here was glaring proof that the old laws of physics were not the absolute truths physicists claimed them to be. Here was a scientific acknowledgment that a whole swathe of phenomena previously dismissed as physically impossible, as the rantings of madmen, could quite possibly be true. Physical scientists were forced to step into the wobbly world of philosophy. And belief. Discussions about the possibility of parallel dimensions, time travel, astral projection, telepathy, telekinesis and a heap of other crazy nonsense were occurring within a scientific framework.
At the root of all this madness was the idea that the Universe appeared the way it did because of our perception, and that beneath this appearance there was a featureless, infinite fabric that could be bent and shifted and shaped by our will. The logical progression, once you accept this fact, is that the things that we invest so much time and effort in, the accumulation of wealth, the bigotry, the wars, and everything, don’t really matter. Because they’re not really there.
This body of work is my attempt to access the part of your brain that wonders if maybe the above assertions could be true. That part buried underneath the constant flood of distractions from all directions.