There lies a great disappointment in humanity, a great let down of the hype of being the most dominant and so called intelligent species of this planet.
It means nothing.
We live in a tiny world, dwarfed by neighboring planets, galaxies, pretty much the entire universe.
Our idea's of 'space' we are confined to imagining something that is holding this space, the way the human mind perceives the edge of space differs greatly.
What we know, what we understand, what we cannot escape, is the ever dwarfing sensation that we do not matter. In all fact, I believe we don't. But why should that matter?
The realms of imagination is exactly that. Imagination is limited. Creativity is stunted. What would a great work of art look like to another species? Would they have art?
Have we become a sentient species that is able to make 'useless' things, in order to critique and analyze the great, so called, 'useful' things?
We live in a time where the common man is thought to be even less significant than a new discovery that is lightyears away or smaller than the mind can ponder.
What then, does this say about us? Have we grown tiresome of our very selves? Can we not stand to be around not only others of our race and species but our very selves? You can't shake this feeling that we may have had our run, our turn, exhausted our options and our possibilities. Is there no more originality? In having originality itself have we doomed our future actions? Do we consider the past to be TOO certain?
I try to think of time happening all at once. But the way in which we are wired and in how we are, I believe the human condition prevent us from seeing this. Stops us from realizing that we cannot even control the history of our lives, let alone the future.
We could be all long gone and completely non-important. I believe we are. Time is something we have created for ourselves to deal with the fear we are already... non existent. This 'life', our heritage, the legacy of us, could all be just an echo of a moment that was so small, so quick, that it is just... gone.
Thursday, 23 December 2010
Thursday, 16 December 2010
The Thoughts
What my peers think and feel about my work
Provocative minimalist sadism - Johnathan Barrett
It is an in depth evaluation into the over analysis of the human mind when contemplating the ethical responses to both death and life, portrayed through a sense of a highly provocative nature, embedding the moral wrongs situated within humanity - Anna Ingram
Jarred's work makes me think quite deeply about things that to most people wouldn't matter. He questions the values we have in life and may take for granted. but what about when we are given the options to take away or give these important factors? He has already made fantastic work on the values of life and death, and currently this year is looking at morals. If I am honest I am still unsure what to make of this current work, but I have no doubt he will make something I will want to tell my friends and family about with great enthusiasm - Lorna Rogerson
Well, to me your work has a distinctive feel of shock about it. For me your work is a bit unnerving (and I mean it in a good way, as in it makes me like your work) because it makes you think about yourself, your personality and morality and even the everyday decisions that you make daily which you don’t really think about when you go about your day, basically it makes you question yourself. I think your work tends to veer towards being more conceptual, (and again I mean it in a good way) (I have to mention this cause as you might know I'm not too much into conceptual art) because it has a certain look to it which is simple (mainly computer generated or built and painted white) yet it works really well with your work because the meaning and the importance of your work comes from the text in it, and I think it wouldn’t work as well if it didn’t have that almost minimalistic look to it - Triin Birnbaum
I think that it is very interesting because the question you ask cause debate, especially if I put them to people that have a different point of view to me. At the same time I wonder if the effect would be increased if they weren't altogether hypothetical - Ella Catone
Jarreds work, although not for the morally squeamish-focuses direct, unfaltering attention on to particular issues of human morality ethics and morality which for the most part as individuals, we are extremely keen to avoid making decisions about.
He questions the potential within us all to contemplate the extent to which our moral sensibilities can be pushed...and whether given the stimulus, we could break all moral boundaries that hold us back within ordinary, everyday life. I often joke that Jarred has the mind of a serial killer, but in all seriousness, his artistic fascination with the darker side of the human psyche exposes many intriguing, and often entirely disturbing; insights into the minds of those closest to us - Helen Davies
Every time I look in what you do or get one of your questionnaires I feel like you are not simply just questioning human morality. I don’t know why but every time I watch a film to do with experiments you probably noticed I'm mentioning them to you cause cant help it but think about your work whilst watching them. I realise that you came up with something ''arty'' e.g. the balance piece and the box, they are not just a piece of work, if people read beyond the notice ''if you put ...someone ...will die '' is very much human philosophy rather than concept. But I see that as a good thing, if people feel moved by what you do or even the questions you ask them then they will follow you and your progress ...I do anyway. I like your mind Mr, I like it cause you think outside “the box.” Oh and as for questioning death, the causes, the possible easier choices, or the power to hold the button to ''life'' or ''death''. I personally have a easy approach on death, it doesn't scare me. Sometimes I wonder whats beyond that (afterlife possibilities) so I'm not scared to take a life in saving 100 not killing 100 to save one, guess you always choose who matters more. Typically people will always choose ''the self'' so they will push a button if ''someone...somewhere...will die'' ...they don’t know who that is or who it will be... - Anastasia Balanel
Jarred Knott's Wonderful Work. Mmmm where to start! I think a lot of your work may be over looked or misunderstood on first impact, just because your work is derived from so much complex theory that its not possible to unload it all onto the viewer through one piece of work. As I know about your work, and know all the research, the questionnaires, about the serial killers, and about the testing of humanity, it is easier (I think) for me to "get" and appreciate your work more than somebody who sees it as "just a sign" or "notice", etc.
One thing I've noticed in the transition from 2nd to 3rd year is a shift in the way your work makes me feel. The Second Year Endnote submissions of the donation box and button on plinths gave me a feeling of control. There were may times I'd had a bad day and came in and pressed the hell out of the button, as a way of stress relief. But maybe I was gaining control-of myself, of the situation of others? I can't have taken the message seriously or I would have killed so many people it would be mass homicide...but strangely I felt better afterwards! The wording of the pieces, using "if you" contrasted with "somebody somewhere" makes it all the more appealing. I can relieve my stress and it will affect "somebody" - an unidentified source that I feel no guilt for...until the somebody is someone I know? Either way the button is defiantly addictive...
Anyway, I digress..Your Third year pieces are completely opposite to this. Using the word "Zone" and the phrase "you are entering" makes me feel controlled, oppressed, as though I have unwillingly been placed in a zone I don’t want to be in, been categorized into category I don't agree with. It kind of makes me feel trapped! - Lauren Birkhead
Provocative, thought provoking, controversial - Garry Popple
Jarreds work is a great reflection on him self, his character and behaviour. He is an observer he stands back and watches from the outskirts, from the outside looking in, a voyeur amongst others. Through his work he uses his observations of the habitual behaviour of others and attempts to change them, setting up social experiments that force us into making difficult and taboo choices - Sally Dyer
The work actively explores the morals and boundaries of human relationships and behaviour. It’s all good - Sam Small
Provocative minimalist sadism - Johnathan Barrett
It is an in depth evaluation into the over analysis of the human mind when contemplating the ethical responses to both death and life, portrayed through a sense of a highly provocative nature, embedding the moral wrongs situated within humanity - Anna Ingram
Jarred's work makes me think quite deeply about things that to most people wouldn't matter. He questions the values we have in life and may take for granted. but what about when we are given the options to take away or give these important factors? He has already made fantastic work on the values of life and death, and currently this year is looking at morals. If I am honest I am still unsure what to make of this current work, but I have no doubt he will make something I will want to tell my friends and family about with great enthusiasm - Lorna Rogerson
Well, to me your work has a distinctive feel of shock about it. For me your work is a bit unnerving (and I mean it in a good way, as in it makes me like your work) because it makes you think about yourself, your personality and morality and even the everyday decisions that you make daily which you don’t really think about when you go about your day, basically it makes you question yourself. I think your work tends to veer towards being more conceptual, (and again I mean it in a good way) (I have to mention this cause as you might know I'm not too much into conceptual art) because it has a certain look to it which is simple (mainly computer generated or built and painted white) yet it works really well with your work because the meaning and the importance of your work comes from the text in it, and I think it wouldn’t work as well if it didn’t have that almost minimalistic look to it - Triin Birnbaum
I think that it is very interesting because the question you ask cause debate, especially if I put them to people that have a different point of view to me. At the same time I wonder if the effect would be increased if they weren't altogether hypothetical - Ella Catone
Jarreds work, although not for the morally squeamish-focuses direct, unfaltering attention on to particular issues of human morality ethics and morality which for the most part as individuals, we are extremely keen to avoid making decisions about.
He questions the potential within us all to contemplate the extent to which our moral sensibilities can be pushed...and whether given the stimulus, we could break all moral boundaries that hold us back within ordinary, everyday life. I often joke that Jarred has the mind of a serial killer, but in all seriousness, his artistic fascination with the darker side of the human psyche exposes many intriguing, and often entirely disturbing; insights into the minds of those closest to us - Helen Davies
Every time I look in what you do or get one of your questionnaires I feel like you are not simply just questioning human morality. I don’t know why but every time I watch a film to do with experiments you probably noticed I'm mentioning them to you cause cant help it but think about your work whilst watching them. I realise that you came up with something ''arty'' e.g. the balance piece and the box, they are not just a piece of work, if people read beyond the notice ''if you put ...someone ...will die '' is very much human philosophy rather than concept. But I see that as a good thing, if people feel moved by what you do or even the questions you ask them then they will follow you and your progress ...I do anyway. I like your mind Mr, I like it cause you think outside “the box.” Oh and as for questioning death, the causes, the possible easier choices, or the power to hold the button to ''life'' or ''death''. I personally have a easy approach on death, it doesn't scare me. Sometimes I wonder whats beyond that (afterlife possibilities) so I'm not scared to take a life in saving 100 not killing 100 to save one, guess you always choose who matters more. Typically people will always choose ''the self'' so they will push a button if ''someone...somewhere...will die'' ...they don’t know who that is or who it will be... - Anastasia Balanel
Jarred Knott's Wonderful Work. Mmmm where to start! I think a lot of your work may be over looked or misunderstood on first impact, just because your work is derived from so much complex theory that its not possible to unload it all onto the viewer through one piece of work. As I know about your work, and know all the research, the questionnaires, about the serial killers, and about the testing of humanity, it is easier (I think) for me to "get" and appreciate your work more than somebody who sees it as "just a sign" or "notice", etc.
One thing I've noticed in the transition from 2nd to 3rd year is a shift in the way your work makes me feel. The Second Year Endnote submissions of the donation box and button on plinths gave me a feeling of control. There were may times I'd had a bad day and came in and pressed the hell out of the button, as a way of stress relief. But maybe I was gaining control-of myself, of the situation of others? I can't have taken the message seriously or I would have killed so many people it would be mass homicide...but strangely I felt better afterwards! The wording of the pieces, using "if you" contrasted with "somebody somewhere" makes it all the more appealing. I can relieve my stress and it will affect "somebody" - an unidentified source that I feel no guilt for...until the somebody is someone I know? Either way the button is defiantly addictive...
Anyway, I digress..Your Third year pieces are completely opposite to this. Using the word "Zone" and the phrase "you are entering" makes me feel controlled, oppressed, as though I have unwillingly been placed in a zone I don’t want to be in, been categorized into category I don't agree with. It kind of makes me feel trapped! - Lauren Birkhead
Provocative, thought provoking, controversial - Garry Popple
Jarreds work is a great reflection on him self, his character and behaviour. He is an observer he stands back and watches from the outskirts, from the outside looking in, a voyeur amongst others. Through his work he uses his observations of the habitual behaviour of others and attempts to change them, setting up social experiments that force us into making difficult and taboo choices - Sally Dyer
The work actively explores the morals and boundaries of human relationships and behaviour. It’s all good - Sam Small
Wednesday, 15 December 2010
The Postulation
I've got a new idea, refined with the help of Lisa Stansbie.
Would you aim for murder? Who would you set in your sights? Maybe you wouldn't even hit your target and veer off, ending up hurting others? How accurate is your eye for punishment?
To have an artwork that is interactive, and to have that interaction have a definite consequence, that is something of great impact with someone interacting with the work. To see, to feel, to know the consequences of your actions is a resonance i'd like to incorporate within my work. My work is making you act within an situation, but not much of it has evidence of what they have done. Would my work develop a different dimension to it with this?
Would you aim for murder? Who would you set in your sights? Maybe you wouldn't even hit your target and veer off, ending up hurting others? How accurate is your eye for punishment?
To have an artwork that is interactive, and to have that interaction have a definite consequence, that is something of great impact with someone interacting with the work. To see, to feel, to know the consequences of your actions is a resonance i'd like to incorporate within my work. My work is making you act within an situation, but not much of it has evidence of what they have done. Would my work develop a different dimension to it with this?
Saturday, 27 November 2010
The RE-Push
A new button, for the work 'The Ease of Murder'. A much more sleeker, professional and welcoming design. Actually a part from a arcade video game machine, works well for that WANT to push it. Also in finding a more accessible button in terms of design i think i'll be able to take them further, perhaps create more buttons, different buttons for different situations. People are more open to interaction when they don't have to sacrifice anything of theirs up, for example the Donation box work(The Value of Death)
I think maybe creating the button more accessible might be a good direction to take the work. Perhaps a smaller version, although is less intimidation a good thing for my work?
I think maybe creating the button more accessible might be a good direction to take the work. Perhaps a smaller version, although is less intimidation a good thing for my work?
Saturday, 20 November 2010
The Means
What if i set it up, the whole situation, what if i gave you every tool you needed, what if i handed you the ability?
If i handed you a knife and there was someone bound, gagged and incapacitated to stop you, what would you do with that knife? What would it even say about you if you took the knife from me? All I'm doing is handing you a knife, it is your interpretation about whether that knife is a 'weapon', it is your choice to do whatever you wish with that knife. My very intent of handing it over to you could be to chop up some vegetables for me, you don't know, my silent action is up to your rational, integrity bound and world weary mind to deduce.
Without instruction, without direction, would you do anything? The art bound, those who believe they are just going through a gallery to view 'contemporary' art would probably just take it humorous then move onto the next thing. Well how about if i didn't give you the choice of leaving? I doubt i'd go that far. The sheer action of whether you interact with my work or not, is infact a interaction within itself. Choosing to not gratify my ploys, machines, situations with a action on your behalf, is still, an action.
Imagine a dream, imagine a place you feel safe. A world of your own, to your liking, to your ideals, to your laws. Imagine you had all the control, the power, now imagine what you could do with that. Imagine, just imagine. Now consider this, consider the fact you are ultimately god within this dream, it is yours after all. Or is it. As much as you believe you are the commander of your thoughts and the pilot of your consciousness, there are things are play you cannot comprehend. No matter how high you build your walls your subconscious and your curiosity will always break them down and barrel on right through them. With all the power you believe you have is it too much of a push to suggest in your dreams the laws of reality slip away and your unparalleled freedom runs unhindered, that maybe, just maybe, you might indulge your darkest of desires and see what it's like to really test your moral structure and standing. All well and good to play around and find a nice escape. But dreams are dreams and we all like to be able to have a mild escape once in a while.
Say you kill someone in a dream, say you indulge in that fantasy, would you scare yourself? Or rather would you enjoy it? It most likely would be of someone of distaste to you. It may and even give you satisfaction. Many of you wouldn't admit to a dark desire such as this. Many of you would lie about it. Many of you would be thinking what type of person this makes you. Well surely, if anything, it makes you human.
If i handed you a knife and there was someone bound, gagged and incapacitated to stop you, what would you do with that knife? What would it even say about you if you took the knife from me? All I'm doing is handing you a knife, it is your interpretation about whether that knife is a 'weapon', it is your choice to do whatever you wish with that knife. My very intent of handing it over to you could be to chop up some vegetables for me, you don't know, my silent action is up to your rational, integrity bound and world weary mind to deduce.
Without instruction, without direction, would you do anything? The art bound, those who believe they are just going through a gallery to view 'contemporary' art would probably just take it humorous then move onto the next thing. Well how about if i didn't give you the choice of leaving? I doubt i'd go that far. The sheer action of whether you interact with my work or not, is infact a interaction within itself. Choosing to not gratify my ploys, machines, situations with a action on your behalf, is still, an action.
Imagine a dream, imagine a place you feel safe. A world of your own, to your liking, to your ideals, to your laws. Imagine you had all the control, the power, now imagine what you could do with that. Imagine, just imagine. Now consider this, consider the fact you are ultimately god within this dream, it is yours after all. Or is it. As much as you believe you are the commander of your thoughts and the pilot of your consciousness, there are things are play you cannot comprehend. No matter how high you build your walls your subconscious and your curiosity will always break them down and barrel on right through them. With all the power you believe you have is it too much of a push to suggest in your dreams the laws of reality slip away and your unparalleled freedom runs unhindered, that maybe, just maybe, you might indulge your darkest of desires and see what it's like to really test your moral structure and standing. All well and good to play around and find a nice escape. But dreams are dreams and we all like to be able to have a mild escape once in a while.
Say you kill someone in a dream, say you indulge in that fantasy, would you scare yourself? Or rather would you enjoy it? It most likely would be of someone of distaste to you. It may and even give you satisfaction. Many of you wouldn't admit to a dark desire such as this. Many of you would lie about it. Many of you would be thinking what type of person this makes you. Well surely, if anything, it makes you human.
Wednesday, 10 November 2010
The Experiment
Through my research and my crit group interactions, i've been looking at creating some experiments. Social experiments. Maybe particularly within my Moral Free Zone. The creation of a moral vacuum could influence the moral choices of people. They could believe they have no moral responsibility within the space and are more free to interact and choose certain things.
What does a person have to believe in order to take a life? What sort of situation is it morally acceptable to kill? Can I morally challenge the individual to an extent they become susceptible to the idea that it is OK to murder, that taking another's life is 'right'? Is it possible to twist the foundations of right and wrong within an individual? How convinced does a person have to be to consider a crime to be acceptable?
What does a person have to believe in order to take a life? What sort of situation is it morally acceptable to kill? Can I morally challenge the individual to an extent they become susceptible to the idea that it is OK to murder, that taking another's life is 'right'? Is it possible to twist the foundations of right and wrong within an individual? How convinced does a person have to be to consider a crime to be acceptable?
Thursday, 7 October 2010
The Project
Hopefully sometime soon, I will be taking up residence of the Project space in the University of Huddersfield, showcasing, or maybe more experimenting, with my moral free zone.
I want to provoke, more than anything else, thought, wonder & questions. I think a piece of work which makes the viewer question rather than give them an answer is a more successful piece of art. As they will think about it longer, consider different options & ask others for their opinions & answers. Feel free to come along and make use of the 'zone' as you see fit.
I want to provoke, more than anything else, thought, wonder & questions. I think a piece of work which makes the viewer question rather than give them an answer is a more successful piece of art. As they will think about it longer, consider different options & ask others for their opinions & answers. Feel free to come along and make use of the 'zone' as you see fit.
Monday, 27 September 2010
The Return
Back at uni and ideas abound. Work underway already. Many pounds spent in first week. Third and final year.
Work to be gracing this blog soon will be challenging you, yes YOU.
There will soon be more text, more doubts and many more questions available. More installation but with some fresh new concepts, but don't fret, there will be some photography too, with my own personal spin on it of course. For now you can have a taster..
Thats right, more signs, but more meaning too. So don't be disappointed, there will also be some nice fresh perspectives upon the 'Box'.
Work soon will be pushing your temptations and questioning your humanity, assaulting your doubts and perplexing your ethics. Confuse you soon.
Work to be gracing this blog soon will be challenging you, yes YOU.
There will soon be more text, more doubts and many more questions available. More installation but with some fresh new concepts, but don't fret, there will be some photography too, with my own personal spin on it of course. For now you can have a taster..
Thats right, more signs, but more meaning too. So don't be disappointed, there will also be some nice fresh perspectives upon the 'Box'.
Work soon will be pushing your temptations and questioning your humanity, assaulting your doubts and perplexing your ethics. Confuse you soon.
Tuesday, 27 July 2010
The Wonder
In my art I explore the deepest most deceitful parts of humankind, the most horrific and horrendous acts of violence and death, I take in what it means to take another's life and dwell upon why it would drive someone to do such a thing. I'm trying to understand the morally wrong of our kind. Despite it being almost a taboo and unspoken thing, i can't help but in interested in what drives people to these act's, to think what they do and do as they do. I can't help but be interested. Is that weird? Is that wrong in itself? Is curiosity getting the best of me?
I read so much into the wrong, the morally unjust, the evil. And for seeing and being shown just how much there is, makes me wonder how good can win, how right and just can prevail. And no matter what I always come back to the same saying from a movie about war and arms dealing.
"They Say Evil Prevails When Good Men Fail To Act, What They Ought To Say Is, Evil Prevails."
I read so much into the wrong, the morally unjust, the evil. And for seeing and being shown just how much there is, makes me wonder how good can win, how right and just can prevail. And no matter what I always come back to the same saying from a movie about war and arms dealing.
"They Say Evil Prevails When Good Men Fail To Act, What They Ought To Say Is, Evil Prevails."
Monday, 26 July 2010
The illness
There is nothing more harrowing, inspiring, thought-provoking & troubling to the modern human than having to face your own mortality. Something that comes about from anything from a little accident or maybe even as fatal as a heart attack for instance. Spending time in hospital, laid in a bed where many before you could have died is a space of contemplation, it's rarely said out loud or discussed easily, but being in that sterile, clinical bed can steer your thoughts on a very 'morbid' path some would say. But you learn your true character when faced with the very real fact that you could be this beds next corpse. Fight, cry, break, shatter, splinter, crack, live. A simple small overnight stay in a hospital bed is enough for anyone to contemplate their demise. As positive a person as you may be, you cannot deny your morbid curiosity to your very own death. We'd all like to have control over our deaths I'm sure, natural feeling for people to be in charge. Death is their grip giving way on the steering wheel of their lives. Not that they ever felt sure of where the road would go, they all know where they want to go and where they'd like to be. But the destination is the same for us all. No matter our direction, speed or even passengers can save us from the final stop on our journeys.
Death doesn't call our names, it doesn't knock on our doors, it waits, it follows us from the very moment we are 'alive', waiting. All it needs to do is step forth and make it's presence known and that's all there is. There is no words death can utter, no sound it could make, no scent it could muster, that can come close to the effectiveness of it's mere presence. It's existence. Death does not need to try, does not need to fight, it need not practice nor rehearse, death is all.
Death doesn't call our names, it doesn't knock on our doors, it waits, it follows us from the very moment we are 'alive', waiting. All it needs to do is step forth and make it's presence known and that's all there is. There is no words death can utter, no sound it could make, no scent it could muster, that can come close to the effectiveness of it's mere presence. It's existence. Death does not need to try, does not need to fight, it need not practice nor rehearse, death is all.
Sunday, 13 June 2010
The Hope
Hope: we need it, we can't live without it, without it we cannot call our existence a 'life'. You cannot even comprehend what it is to live without knowing what it is to exist without hope. There is a state of existing, that is just punishment, its of living without purpose or meaning. There is no meaning to this life, there is no high power or any design to this reality. There's no fate or destiny, the only path that may lie infront of us is of our design and our own choice.
Without hope, there is no love, there is no fear, there is no purpose, meaning, reason. Without hope there is no life. A person without hope is truely something to be afraid of, they have nothing, nothing to gain or loose. Without hope a person is no longer a human being, they are a shell and a danger, to both themselves and the very world around them.
They say life is not worth living without hope, well the only way your going to get hope, is to get it your damn self. The only hope you can make is your own, the only purpose, the only meaning you can bring to your existence is your own doing, your own choice and freewill, to choose to live. It's not about doing what your given, its about doing what you want, for the good of yourself to make your existence a life. To make what you have your own, to make it yours is to have hope for yourself. No hope can be gained unless you have hope for yoruself. The heart doesn't want what it wants, it wants hope, it wants purpose, a reason to beat, a meaning to pump, a life to love.
This world is cruel, unforgiving and hard doesn't even begin to describe it, but what choice to we have but to do what we will with the existence we have. Hope makes the difference from a happy life and a sad existence. You can lead a life of tragedy, hurt, pain and misery, but if you have hope there is no reason to call that life sad, to have hope throughout every single spit in the face, every bump in the road, wolf on the path, storm in the sky, hope can get you through. It can get you killed don't get me wrong but hope, well if you have it you die a just and a worthy death. A Warrior's death isn't won with bravery, it's won with the hope that even against the odd's you beleive you can win out, despite the numbers, regardless of the reality, you beleive you can do it, then there's no reason you can't. If you don't, well it's better than dying in fear and numbness.
Hope, for anything, for everything, for yourself.
Without hope, there is no love, there is no fear, there is no purpose, meaning, reason. Without hope there is no life. A person without hope is truely something to be afraid of, they have nothing, nothing to gain or loose. Without hope a person is no longer a human being, they are a shell and a danger, to both themselves and the very world around them.
They say life is not worth living without hope, well the only way your going to get hope, is to get it your damn self. The only hope you can make is your own, the only purpose, the only meaning you can bring to your existence is your own doing, your own choice and freewill, to choose to live. It's not about doing what your given, its about doing what you want, for the good of yourself to make your existence a life. To make what you have your own, to make it yours is to have hope for yourself. No hope can be gained unless you have hope for yoruself. The heart doesn't want what it wants, it wants hope, it wants purpose, a reason to beat, a meaning to pump, a life to love.
This world is cruel, unforgiving and hard doesn't even begin to describe it, but what choice to we have but to do what we will with the existence we have. Hope makes the difference from a happy life and a sad existence. You can lead a life of tragedy, hurt, pain and misery, but if you have hope there is no reason to call that life sad, to have hope throughout every single spit in the face, every bump in the road, wolf on the path, storm in the sky, hope can get you through. It can get you killed don't get me wrong but hope, well if you have it you die a just and a worthy death. A Warrior's death isn't won with bravery, it's won with the hope that even against the odd's you beleive you can win out, despite the numbers, regardless of the reality, you beleive you can do it, then there's no reason you can't. If you don't, well it's better than dying in fear and numbness.
Hope, for anything, for everything, for yourself.
The Misdemeanors
Pain, anger, hatred. The defining emotions of our humanity. The
memories we remember most and in greatest detail are the ones
involving these emotions. Showing ourselves just how, as a species, we
live. Revenge, vengence, spite, intolerabilty, all born out of our
distasteful interactions with a cruel and unjust world.
Its not so much that the nice guy comes last. It's the fact that
there isn't not one nice guy out there. The way we plaster murderers,
rapists, theives, criminals in general, how we portray them on our
media as something less than 'us'. When intact there is not one of us
who is any better or worse. Whatever one human being is capable of, so
is the rest of humankind. The most horrific actions play backseat to
the capabilies we ARE able to do. We can murder, rob, pilfer,
threaten, blackmail, any 'criminal' act with ease. Don't even attempt
to defend yourself. You know aswell as I do. Your a monster. Exactly
like the rest of us.
memories we remember most and in greatest detail are the ones
involving these emotions. Showing ourselves just how, as a species, we
live. Revenge, vengence, spite, intolerabilty, all born out of our
distasteful interactions with a cruel and unjust world.
Its not so much that the nice guy comes last. It's the fact that
there isn't not one nice guy out there. The way we plaster murderers,
rapists, theives, criminals in general, how we portray them on our
media as something less than 'us'. When intact there is not one of us
who is any better or worse. Whatever one human being is capable of, so
is the rest of humankind. The most horrific actions play backseat to
the capabilies we ARE able to do. We can murder, rob, pilfer,
threaten, blackmail, any 'criminal' act with ease. Don't even attempt
to defend yourself. You know aswell as I do. Your a monster. Exactly
like the rest of us.
The Truth
We all know the world is truely out of control, we can debate, argue
and even have hissyfits over the status of the Earth. But no matter
the arguement or however or whichever way you put it, this planet's
chaotic, imbalanced and troublesome can not be denied. We've all seen
the news, heard the word of mouth and seen it on our very streets,
there's hatred, deep burning hatred. The kind that makes people go out
and kill, all for a meaningless "rep" or status, dog eat dog so
tospeak. Though this hatred is not born in who we choose to take it
out on, it's not bred in the opposition, our anger, our unwavering
madness and spite dereives from our very selves. We hate what we are,
we despise who we are. And in a rational logical world it seems it's
unreasonable to take this out on ourselves. Yet who is more deserving
of our wrath than ourselves?
We've realised our meaning, we've had our great epitanthy. There is
no loving, forgiving God or Gods. No higher power guiding our hands
and our lives for us. No rhyme or reason, no purpose or meaning. We
are in ourselves as out of control and chaotic as the planet we
inhabit. There's no great plan to it all, it just, is. The powers of
fate, destiny, are nothing but feeble excuses dreamt up inorder for us
not to face the truthful, harsh, realistic truth. That there is none,
that there is nothing.
We've devoted our time, our space, our ideals, we've sold our very
selves in order to feel something. Other than the vast empty vaccum of
our so called "souls". We place people on pedastals that are even more
aware and crushed by this ourselves, just to look upto something, just
in order to view and review and critize their own failures,
misdemeanings and sheer lack of being. Just to feel better about our
very shells of being. We even idolise undeserved figures, fabricated
or not, in order to use some of their so called 'qualities' to use for
our own. To make ourselves "better" people. But these self taught lies
are not enough to make our hearts and minds escape the crushing void.
We're all beginning to slowly realise, all at our different paces,
this fact. As horrfying as it is. It's beginning to dawn on us, that
we will not even become as great as the celebrities and religous
figures we epitomize so much, so we question the very fabric of them,
believe they are responsible, believe others more to be more 'well
off' and fortunate, we see false purpose in others eyes and believe it
to be true, flaring our unquenchable envy and jealousy. Misplaced as
it is, it's power is undenyable.
We're not going to get what our fellow beings promise, we're not
going to feel any true satisfaction, we will never feelfulfilled,
happy or loved. Not as much as we want or believe are deserved. And
even then, it will feel shallow, worthless. Because it is.
We will not all become all we want, and we never will be. That
crushing blow is occuring everywhere, the modern world has broken the
disolusioned traditonal beliefs and faiths, is has striped our rights
and worth away. It has shown us for the horrible monsters we are,
monsters who weep in the existence they inhabit, because they are not
needed, meaningless and simply, insignificant.
and even have hissyfits over the status of the Earth. But no matter
the arguement or however or whichever way you put it, this planet's
chaotic, imbalanced and troublesome can not be denied. We've all seen
the news, heard the word of mouth and seen it on our very streets,
there's hatred, deep burning hatred. The kind that makes people go out
and kill, all for a meaningless "rep" or status, dog eat dog so
tospeak. Though this hatred is not born in who we choose to take it
out on, it's not bred in the opposition, our anger, our unwavering
madness and spite dereives from our very selves. We hate what we are,
we despise who we are. And in a rational logical world it seems it's
unreasonable to take this out on ourselves. Yet who is more deserving
of our wrath than ourselves?
We've realised our meaning, we've had our great epitanthy. There is
no loving, forgiving God or Gods. No higher power guiding our hands
and our lives for us. No rhyme or reason, no purpose or meaning. We
are in ourselves as out of control and chaotic as the planet we
inhabit. There's no great plan to it all, it just, is. The powers of
fate, destiny, are nothing but feeble excuses dreamt up inorder for us
not to face the truthful, harsh, realistic truth. That there is none,
that there is nothing.
We've devoted our time, our space, our ideals, we've sold our very
selves in order to feel something. Other than the vast empty vaccum of
our so called "souls". We place people on pedastals that are even more
aware and crushed by this ourselves, just to look upto something, just
in order to view and review and critize their own failures,
misdemeanings and sheer lack of being. Just to feel better about our
very shells of being. We even idolise undeserved figures, fabricated
or not, in order to use some of their so called 'qualities' to use for
our own. To make ourselves "better" people. But these self taught lies
are not enough to make our hearts and minds escape the crushing void.
We're all beginning to slowly realise, all at our different paces,
this fact. As horrfying as it is. It's beginning to dawn on us, that
we will not even become as great as the celebrities and religous
figures we epitomize so much, so we question the very fabric of them,
believe they are responsible, believe others more to be more 'well
off' and fortunate, we see false purpose in others eyes and believe it
to be true, flaring our unquenchable envy and jealousy. Misplaced as
it is, it's power is undenyable.
We're not going to get what our fellow beings promise, we're not
going to feel any true satisfaction, we will never feelfulfilled,
happy or loved. Not as much as we want or believe are deserved. And
even then, it will feel shallow, worthless. Because it is.
We will not all become all we want, and we never will be. That
crushing blow is occuring everywhere, the modern world has broken the
disolusioned traditonal beliefs and faiths, is has striped our rights
and worth away. It has shown us for the horrible monsters we are,
monsters who weep in the existence they inhabit, because they are not
needed, meaningless and simply, insignificant.
The Misunderstanding
You have your laws, your repremands and your punishments. And you
think they'll save your 'lost souls'. You 'rehabilitate' and 'teach'
those who have aparently gone or led astray, yet what right, what
justice is there when the everyday person is subject to such decits
which should be just as criminalised as murder one. We jail those that
act 'wrongly' but do nothing about thought. Thought is the slowly
deteroriating freedom left available to us all. Yet even then we are
subject to assault and rape of the mind, psycholocial warfare in every
street, every tv channel, every radio station, littered throughout the
Internet, the realm of free choice and will is now subject to
wavering. We cannot do much in the world of today without temptation,
without deceptions and pure blantant lies confronting our everyday
lives. Our minds are one of the last teritorys left to own, and they
are fast being taken by force.
You believe your systems, your organisations and goverment will save
you, you think they are just, right, acting for the greater good, but
when they themselves have the resources and the means available to
waver and even change your every thought, decision and opinion. Who
can you trust? You can't even count on yourself anymore, we've become
mere tools to up or decline statistics, we're disolusioned into belief
we have free will, freedom of choice. Morality has noplace in a world
where thoughts can be bought.
think they'll save your 'lost souls'. You 'rehabilitate' and 'teach'
those who have aparently gone or led astray, yet what right, what
justice is there when the everyday person is subject to such decits
which should be just as criminalised as murder one. We jail those that
act 'wrongly' but do nothing about thought. Thought is the slowly
deteroriating freedom left available to us all. Yet even then we are
subject to assault and rape of the mind, psycholocial warfare in every
street, every tv channel, every radio station, littered throughout the
Internet, the realm of free choice and will is now subject to
wavering. We cannot do much in the world of today without temptation,
without deceptions and pure blantant lies confronting our everyday
lives. Our minds are one of the last teritorys left to own, and they
are fast being taken by force.
You believe your systems, your organisations and goverment will save
you, you think they are just, right, acting for the greater good, but
when they themselves have the resources and the means available to
waver and even change your every thought, decision and opinion. Who
can you trust? You can't even count on yourself anymore, we've become
mere tools to up or decline statistics, we're disolusioned into belief
we have free will, freedom of choice. Morality has noplace in a world
where thoughts can be bought.
Saturday, 15 May 2010
The Fear
Modern society is slowly learning, gradually opening it's eyes to the
horror the human race has been shunning and ignoring since the dawn of
self awareness. Culture today is addressing the issue which has
plagued the entire populus at one stage or another, the troubling
notion that's gripped each of us in times of severity. Religion is
slowly wavering, crumbling at the realisation of it's pure
ridiculousnous, people loosing faith and belief at rapid rates. The
world as we know it is looking at it dead in the eyes but we are still
stubborn to collectively admit it, we're all so disheartened that we
don't even speak up about it, as if it's sheer discussion could bring
about some apocalpyse. But we all know it. All of us. We all can feel
it, creeping out of our consciousness, dawning in our minds and
eclipsing the heart. It's caused madnesss, murder, Suicide and god
knows how many depravities of man and woman alike. We fear the very
prospect of it, yet we can't deny it's reality. It's the governing
idea that shapes everyday life in our age. That maybe, possibly,
perhaps, we have no reason. We have no meaning. We have no purpose.
horror the human race has been shunning and ignoring since the dawn of
self awareness. Culture today is addressing the issue which has
plagued the entire populus at one stage or another, the troubling
notion that's gripped each of us in times of severity. Religion is
slowly wavering, crumbling at the realisation of it's pure
ridiculousnous, people loosing faith and belief at rapid rates. The
world as we know it is looking at it dead in the eyes but we are still
stubborn to collectively admit it, we're all so disheartened that we
don't even speak up about it, as if it's sheer discussion could bring
about some apocalpyse. But we all know it. All of us. We all can feel
it, creeping out of our consciousness, dawning in our minds and
eclipsing the heart. It's caused madnesss, murder, Suicide and god
knows how many depravities of man and woman alike. We fear the very
prospect of it, yet we can't deny it's reality. It's the governing
idea that shapes everyday life in our age. That maybe, possibly,
perhaps, we have no reason. We have no meaning. We have no purpose.
Tuesday, 11 May 2010
The Contemplation
Fear, anger, vengence, some of the core driving forces for people in today's world. The problem with us, with us all, why we are who we are, is because of the growing realisation that there is, nothing. We are nothing, we are so insignifcant people begin to take their own lives in the fact they do not matter. In a ever increasingly distant culture and world, where do we find meaning, when the simplest of pleasures can be fulfilled by technology and modern practices. The human 'love' is slowly being replaced by easier, faster solutions to feel needed, loved, wanted. To be desired gives many meaning. To be loved is such a joy to many. I don't mean there is anything wrong with the niceities of life, but there can be too much of a good thing. Power corrupts, love egotises, desire becomes addictive, wealth looses it's value.
In a ever changing and speeding up world of today, how do we find balance? How do we gain our equilbrium? In a world where the horrors of human action can beexperiencedwith the push of a button on a gamepad away for the youngest of our kind, where does this leave our knowledge of right and wrong? How do make moral judgements in a species that is becoming desensitised to the very plights of our fellow kind? You walk past a tramp on the street asking for money, some of you may even try to not even acknowledge his presence. Some of you make the effort to pick out your spare change. Though really, how are either of you a good example of what is 'right'?
Kindness towards one another is now a means of 'favours', "you owe me one", a simple gesture, a honest gesture though? Most of us will even huff puff and whine, maybe just to ourselves, in having to do something for someone else. How our own lives any more important than anothers? Yet we are selfish, we only look out for number one, the human species has 'conquered' every corner of the planet, yet we can't even help our closests. There is no link anymore, we are all so 'evolved' that we have now become able to deny assisting another if us. Individuality and uniqueness has spolit us. It has made us fat, lazy, self obsessed and broken us off from being able to simply, care.
Family, friends, lovers, today these are no different than a toaster, a Atm, a website. Commodity culture has now successfully privatised 'love'.
In a ever changing and speeding up world of today, how do we find balance? How do we gain our equilbrium? In a world where the horrors of human action can beexperiencedwith the push of a button on a gamepad away for the youngest of our kind, where does this leave our knowledge of right and wrong? How do make moral judgements in a species that is becoming desensitised to the very plights of our fellow kind? You walk past a tramp on the street asking for money, some of you may even try to not even acknowledge his presence. Some of you make the effort to pick out your spare change. Though really, how are either of you a good example of what is 'right'?
Kindness towards one another is now a means of 'favours', "you owe me one", a simple gesture, a honest gesture though? Most of us will even huff puff and whine, maybe just to ourselves, in having to do something for someone else. How our own lives any more important than anothers? Yet we are selfish, we only look out for number one, the human species has 'conquered' every corner of the planet, yet we can't even help our closests. There is no link anymore, we are all so 'evolved' that we have now become able to deny assisting another if us. Individuality and uniqueness has spolit us. It has made us fat, lazy, self obsessed and broken us off from being able to simply, care.
Family, friends, lovers, today these are no different than a toaster, a Atm, a website. Commodity culture has now successfully privatised 'love'.
Sunday, 18 April 2010
The Freedom
Freedom, is it simply the delusion that we in fact are in control of our own destiny/fate?
Is it indeed selfish to believe that we only have control of our own lives? our every decision has no doubt consequences around the entire globe. Each and every action a small ripple in a huge sea of existence. Does this make it worth while?
Consequence, undoubted mostly feared, so much so many of choose to disregard the thought of what COULD happen, something that MIGHT conspire. Why? Can we ourselves not justify our own actions/decisions? What right do we have? What Judgement can we pass thats not our own?
Is there no freedom anymore? When our minds are made up from initial meetings and viewings? In a fast world we live in speedy determination. There is no luxury of weighing out opinion when once the moment is gone it's gone, and the moment in contemporary times moves faster than ever.
If i gave you a knife and said stab this person (a person being evident beside or in front of you) whilst holding a gun to your head what would be your choice? In such a modern time as we live the judgment is almost sudden, I could not even say i was going to shoot you, but in the fear of the present, death looms on our every instance. Herein lies the crux of my subject matter. If i was to give you a CHOICE would you even MAKE a choice? Would you even consider it to be a open interpretation of your own behalf?
How about if instead of one button to kill someone i gave you 5 buttons, maybe even ten, would you press them all just to seek the consequence? A ROOM covered in buttons, only ONE of which I say will kill someone, would you go out of your way to press each and every one to determine a outcome? Is your curiosity more powerful than your humanity?
Is it indeed selfish to believe that we only have control of our own lives? our every decision has no doubt consequences around the entire globe. Each and every action a small ripple in a huge sea of existence. Does this make it worth while?
Consequence, undoubted mostly feared, so much so many of choose to disregard the thought of what COULD happen, something that MIGHT conspire. Why? Can we ourselves not justify our own actions/decisions? What right do we have? What Judgement can we pass thats not our own?
Is there no freedom anymore? When our minds are made up from initial meetings and viewings? In a fast world we live in speedy determination. There is no luxury of weighing out opinion when once the moment is gone it's gone, and the moment in contemporary times moves faster than ever.
If i gave you a knife and said stab this person (a person being evident beside or in front of you) whilst holding a gun to your head what would be your choice? In such a modern time as we live the judgment is almost sudden, I could not even say i was going to shoot you, but in the fear of the present, death looms on our every instance. Herein lies the crux of my subject matter. If i was to give you a CHOICE would you even MAKE a choice? Would you even consider it to be a open interpretation of your own behalf?
How about if instead of one button to kill someone i gave you 5 buttons, maybe even ten, would you press them all just to seek the consequence? A ROOM covered in buttons, only ONE of which I say will kill someone, would you go out of your way to press each and every one to determine a outcome? Is your curiosity more powerful than your humanity?
Friday, 9 April 2010
The Freewill
Choice, is it all that we have? Or is all we have the illusion of
choice?
Do or don't, there are no garantees. The physical and possibles fall
away when we realise that in the slightest second wasted we could
simply cease to exist, along with the rest if reality. Does thus mean
we should live our lives on instinct? Trust our gut? We have evoled,
become more interlectual, gained more awareness of ourselves and
everything around us. Is this our weakness though? Is what the human
race missing the pure animalistic and primeval? Have we lost our
nerve? Perhaps we are now simply cornering ourselves with just too
much to think about. Our knowledge holding us so high on uneven ground.
Freewill, freedom isn't always the best.
choice?
Do or don't, there are no garantees. The physical and possibles fall
away when we realise that in the slightest second wasted we could
simply cease to exist, along with the rest if reality. Does thus mean
we should live our lives on instinct? Trust our gut? We have evoled,
become more interlectual, gained more awareness of ourselves and
everything around us. Is this our weakness though? Is what the human
race missing the pure animalistic and primeval? Have we lost our
nerve? Perhaps we are now simply cornering ourselves with just too
much to think about. Our knowledge holding us so high on uneven ground.
Freewill, freedom isn't always the best.
Thursday, 25 March 2010
The Choice?
All I do is highlight, bring to attention, make you see. I do not wish
for you to make any actions towards or in reference to my work, for
me, it's about a simple idea, a tiny thought, just the smallest of
notions planted in your conscience is more than enough. I do not make
you donate or push the button, I do not force you to make a decision,
although, what if I did? With my work it is your choice to see it how
you wish, a key part of my work is to evident this fact, you have a
choice. Is that a good thing though? Morally can you even choose? Is
it right even to consider your options? With life on the line, where
does right and wrong come into it? Is the preservation of life the
accepted 'right'? To even think about the choice a wrong? Or is that
just what we are led to believe? Maybe if I gave you a even harder
choice to make you'd see/feel it more in my work. "if you don't press
the button someone, somewhere, will die". Is this too much to confront
the auidence with? Can I shock you into acting perhaps? Scare you into
a decision? If your own life was on the line, how would you act?
Hollywood is fixated on portraying the horrors that people can commit
in dire situations, though these are often pale in comparison to the
horrors that happen in everyday reality. These movies/documentaries
make the Everyman fearful of not himself, like they should be, they
instead become fearful of the other, their neighbour. The attrocities
of our capabilities are rarely a self realisation, more a adding
caution and apprehension to any and everyone around them. We should
not mistrust others but mistrust ourselves. When it comes down to it,
our life or theirs, which would you choose? What if the pressure was
on? Live or die, in the rush, the chaos, do you really think you'll be
making the morally right decision? The socially accepted choice? Kill
or be killed, instinctually, there is not much choice, our
complexities, our so called 'power' and higher evolutionally minds
fixated on that tiny glimmer of 'what if' 'maybe' 'prrhaps'.
Hesitation, it is what our aparent higher placement inthe food chain
has given us. To stare into the tigers eyes, there will be no
hesitation in his choice, he knows you are deadly, he feels the need
to feed, it is in his design and his character, to rip you to shreds
at the first oppurtunity. You, well you will be lost in thought and
moral questions "this tiger could be endangered" the hilarity of the
thought. Our nature, is to run, to save ourselves, the surivial of
'me'. Staring into the oncoming bloody death indeed we will be, we
will be caught up in how to escape this situation, rather than
focusing on the task at hand, to remove the threat, not run from it.
The fear of living is almost as great as the fear of dying. In our
perplexitions of both, we never know for certain if we are indeed
alive, or dead. Is this, just another, choice? Do we, can we, decide
to live? We can certainly choose to die, but do we have any choice in
the matter of living? Should we? Is this existence something we should
even question? Many would say no, many would say to live because you
have life, the gift of being. Though a gift implies some sort of
choice doesn't it? To choose to accept or not? You can even take the
nicely packaged box home, your choice to open it or not also isn't it?
Can simply put it at the back of the cupbaord and forget about it and
leave it to collect dust. Many would question this, many would hate
you for it, to deny life when you have been graciously given the
'gift' of it. Choice, seperates each and everyone one of us, and
unites us universally. To be or not to be? Well that's all well and
good, but how about the choice behind even asking that question?
for you to make any actions towards or in reference to my work, for
me, it's about a simple idea, a tiny thought, just the smallest of
notions planted in your conscience is more than enough. I do not make
you donate or push the button, I do not force you to make a decision,
although, what if I did? With my work it is your choice to see it how
you wish, a key part of my work is to evident this fact, you have a
choice. Is that a good thing though? Morally can you even choose? Is
it right even to consider your options? With life on the line, where
does right and wrong come into it? Is the preservation of life the
accepted 'right'? To even think about the choice a wrong? Or is that
just what we are led to believe? Maybe if I gave you a even harder
choice to make you'd see/feel it more in my work. "if you don't press
the button someone, somewhere, will die". Is this too much to confront
the auidence with? Can I shock you into acting perhaps? Scare you into
a decision? If your own life was on the line, how would you act?
Hollywood is fixated on portraying the horrors that people can commit
in dire situations, though these are often pale in comparison to the
horrors that happen in everyday reality. These movies/documentaries
make the Everyman fearful of not himself, like they should be, they
instead become fearful of the other, their neighbour. The attrocities
of our capabilities are rarely a self realisation, more a adding
caution and apprehension to any and everyone around them. We should
not mistrust others but mistrust ourselves. When it comes down to it,
our life or theirs, which would you choose? What if the pressure was
on? Live or die, in the rush, the chaos, do you really think you'll be
making the morally right decision? The socially accepted choice? Kill
or be killed, instinctually, there is not much choice, our
complexities, our so called 'power' and higher evolutionally minds
fixated on that tiny glimmer of 'what if' 'maybe' 'prrhaps'.
Hesitation, it is what our aparent higher placement inthe food chain
has given us. To stare into the tigers eyes, there will be no
hesitation in his choice, he knows you are deadly, he feels the need
to feed, it is in his design and his character, to rip you to shreds
at the first oppurtunity. You, well you will be lost in thought and
moral questions "this tiger could be endangered" the hilarity of the
thought. Our nature, is to run, to save ourselves, the surivial of
'me'. Staring into the oncoming bloody death indeed we will be, we
will be caught up in how to escape this situation, rather than
focusing on the task at hand, to remove the threat, not run from it.
The fear of living is almost as great as the fear of dying. In our
perplexitions of both, we never know for certain if we are indeed
alive, or dead. Is this, just another, choice? Do we, can we, decide
to live? We can certainly choose to die, but do we have any choice in
the matter of living? Should we? Is this existence something we should
even question? Many would say no, many would say to live because you
have life, the gift of being. Though a gift implies some sort of
choice doesn't it? To choose to accept or not? You can even take the
nicely packaged box home, your choice to open it or not also isn't it?
Can simply put it at the back of the cupbaord and forget about it and
leave it to collect dust. Many would question this, many would hate
you for it, to deny life when you have been graciously given the
'gift' of it. Choice, seperates each and everyone one of us, and
unites us universally. To be or not to be? Well that's all well and
good, but how about the choice behind even asking that question?
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
The Intention
A button, a big red button. What would you do if there was just a big
red button in front of you? The temptation of a button, so big and sored is a tough thing to resist. The ease and the simple gratification
of pushing it because you can, satisfying your curiousity. A button is
made to be pressed is it not? What is a button that goes on without
being pressed? Is it a button then? A button gives a sense of purpose
and a process of something happening, the allure of pushing it is on
one part to find out it's purpose and intention. What then if I
present you with a button that when pressed, takes a life. Would you
push that button? You cannot deny that you are indeed curious,
tempted, seduced by it. What if, perhaps, maybe, all things we rather
make certaintys. Dare you push a button that could potentially take
anothers life? The logic you hold tries to convince you it's
preposterous, though the insecure and questioning nature of your being
steals this certainty from you. You could be a murderer at the push of
a button, maybe, do you have the audicity to find out? Someone may die
from your tiny, small, insignificant action, is their life worth your
satisfied curiousity? Perhaps. Your essentially being given a 'kill
and get away with it' button, what if tou don't get away with though?
Here lies a true moral test. You need not part with anything of your
own or sacrifice anything on your own part, it is simple, easy and
almost effortless. What do you believe? Will a small press of a button
destroy a life? A gentle push kill someone? A innocent button murder
for you? Who is indeed the wicked here? The button is just a button,
your pressing it for your own expectations of what that button should
do, a demand from the button to deliver and showcase it's purpose in
being a button.
Is taking another human beings life this easy? Have you considered
the implications? The guilt? The responsibilty? The morality of the
situation? If indeed there is.
Who is held accountable here? The button? Surely you will argue it is
the button who is the killer as your simply acting out the buttons
purpose, by pushing it. Gratifying and justifying it's existence as a
button. But the button is just a button, a middle man if you will, you
are the pusher of the button, beginning the chain of events that could
culminate in the ending of a life. It starts with you. You can go on
tour everyday life with no troubles or woes in simply living, but your
every action and decision can be the accomplice to the destruction of
another, cause and effect. In my buttons means it is no more
responsible than your smallest of actions that can build the potential
of effect that ends in someones demise.
This brings about the question of 'intention'. Is this what seperates
us from those we determine to be 'criminals'? Though does this mean we
can all be guilty of manslaughter? My box, nor my button, not even
myself, have the intention to harm, to hurt, to kill, to murder. I'm
simply stating a fact. Someone will die, somewhere. That's no fault of
mine, the box, or the button, not even yourself. Unless you choose to
be. You are the guidance of your morality, the captain of your
responsibilty, the commander of your guilt, the pilot if your intention.
Are you guilty? Are you responsible? Are you intending harm? Are you
morally just? Your choice, I'm afraid.
Thursday, 18 March 2010
The Button
Title of button work: "it's easier than it looks" Perhaps?
I have now given you it in such ease all it takes is just the push a
button. A large red button. Who can resist the allure of the seducing
crimson of soft lipstick, sweet cherrie, lush velvet and bloody
murder. I'm not even having you morally put a price on the death of
another. What lies before you is simply, the means. Te means to cause
harm, pain and suffering, if you believe so. You wish to feel the
primeaval euphoria of taking a life? Push the button, see how it makes you feel.
The purity of the button makes it far more alluring than hat of parting
with your money to have someone die. I'm not asking anything of you,
all you have before you is choice. Push the button or don't, your
choice I'm afraid.
I have now given you it in such ease all it takes is just the push a
button. A large red button. Who can resist the allure of the seducing
crimson of soft lipstick, sweet cherrie, lush velvet and bloody
murder. I'm not even having you morally put a price on the death of
another. What lies before you is simply, the means. Te means to cause
harm, pain and suffering, if you believe so. You wish to feel the
primeaval euphoria of taking a life? Push the button, see how it makes you feel.
The purity of the button makes it far more alluring than hat of parting
with your money to have someone die. I'm not asking anything of you,
all you have before you is choice. Push the button or don't, your
choice I'm afraid.
Sunday, 14 March 2010
The Statement
We are all so obsessed with the value of our lives, the cost of our being, the worth of our souls, body and minds. But what value do we put on death? How much is another persons life worth to us? What moral and ethical dilemma do we reach In holding ourselves accountable for the passing of another? Someone we perhaps don't even know or have any connection to? What do you believe will happen when you donate to the box? I'm not making you a killer, I'm not turning you into a murderer, you are. If you choose to. This work assaults your very morality, what it means to be human, to be accountable and responsible for the potential death of someone, somewhere. Are you the wicked or is the box the wrong doer?what is considered right and wrong here? What if you saw someone else donate to the box? What judgement would you pass on them? Do you believe they are evil? Tempting fate, changing destiny? What are the very limits to your morality? What is the value of death?
Friday, 12 March 2010
The Right or The Wrong?
"To die is to know that your alive" - HIM.
What is this fear that my work presents to you? The implications of what my box may or may not be able to do rings certain bells within your mind about what is 'wrong' about it. Is this the conscience? What is it about this so called little voice in the back of our heads that holds so much over our characters? Over our actions and considerations. The power it holds over us indeed confining, is it even right to listen to it? What if this is simply the sophistication of our species evolution to provide us with a survival voice within? What if the animalistic and hunter aspect of our heritage had a voice? "Go on, just take it", "Strike now and they'll not even be able to fight back", maybe we still hold this within us but others are more in contact with us than ourselves, we call them insane perhaps, lock them up for 'crimes'. The Angel and Devil on our shoulders, of course it isn't that simple, it never is. With our humanity we complicated even the simplistic. We strive for more than we have or there is. The greed of our species knows no bounds. We are compelled to know more, to have more, for there to BE more. Are we ever, truly, happy?
"The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis." -
Dante Alighieri
What is this fear that my work presents to you? The implications of what my box may or may not be able to do rings certain bells within your mind about what is 'wrong' about it. Is this the conscience? What is it about this so called little voice in the back of our heads that holds so much over our characters? Over our actions and considerations. The power it holds over us indeed confining, is it even right to listen to it? What if this is simply the sophistication of our species evolution to provide us with a survival voice within? What if the animalistic and hunter aspect of our heritage had a voice? "Go on, just take it", "Strike now and they'll not even be able to fight back", maybe we still hold this within us but others are more in contact with us than ourselves, we call them insane perhaps, lock them up for 'crimes'. The Angel and Devil on our shoulders, of course it isn't that simple, it never is. With our humanity we complicated even the simplistic. We strive for more than we have or there is. The greed of our species knows no bounds. We are compelled to know more, to have more, for there to BE more. Are we ever, truly, happy?
"The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis." -
Dante Alighieri
Wednesday, 10 March 2010
The Responsibility.
In reference to my work 'The Value Of Death' (the donation box), I seem to stumbled across a aspect of the human psyche which i believe may separate certain social 'classes' and belief. There is a evident choice in whether to feel responsible in the death of another in placing a donation in the box. It's not so much about what you believe a death/life is worth in what donation you choose to give. No, it also has the consciousness attached to it. From whatever it may you place within my box, it is your own morality and choosing to whether to feel responsible for another's death. This can happen to such individuals to such a degree they fear the prospect, the very notion of being a component in another human being's death. Tempting fate, changing destiny, many would believe these to be such things that human beings have no right to meddle within or change. Though I ask when (if) all we have true responsibility over is in fact ourselves, our souls, mind and body, our existence, how can we ever feel accountable for the loss of any life around us? No matter the distance or circumstance.
Where does the line stop/begin or begin to blur on where taking life 'too far' materialize? In disregard for life and its rarity do we create a offensive to all that 'is'? Religions tell us we should be thankful and praise worthy of the lives we are 'given'. Even science tells us that our very existence is such a 'miracle', the exact conditions of our planet, the thousands of sperm, the lineage of our species and here we are. Many question though, If it is indeed possible, how/why is is so special? Do we have any justification in putting a price on life? We often become so obsessed with the mysterious and enigmatic 'death' of the other and thyself, some could say we never truly 'live'. The meaning and reason behind living is a quintessential question(s) in the mind of the human. We are so compelled by our very being that it is said we don't use the opportunity to the full potential. If we had any logic it would seem we would not question this 'life', we would 'live' it, wouldn't we? The eternal mystery of what is and what is not is the plague of the human psyche, our nature, our world, our structure, our laws, our ways, our workings, nothing goes without questioning, we are the forever question marks of the universe apparently. Searching for the answer to ourselves, within the stars, within the world, within our own biology, within our own minds. We are compelled to know, compelled to understand, Not much is a simple 'given' anymore. From our very beginnings we set out hunting, searching, gathering, looking for more, processing everything we encounter.
The way we work is that we are the very centre of the universe in our view. The notion that we are not is the assault upon the self worth and the confidence of the individual. To even be confronted with the idea that we simply do not matter is a fear we rare express because of its deep and fatal blow it bestows upon us. We live in a world of escapes and alternatives, for those of us who cannot accept and cannot comprehend the possibility of the seemingly nothingness of reality, we divulge into the many consumeristic options available to us. The many no longer face their fears instead they barricade themselves within their boxes with fancy gadgets and materialistic comforts designed to give them a sense of worth in world so diluted its become the impossible to find a light to shine in the mere darkness of being.
Where does the line stop/begin or begin to blur on where taking life 'too far' materialize? In disregard for life and its rarity do we create a offensive to all that 'is'? Religions tell us we should be thankful and praise worthy of the lives we are 'given'. Even science tells us that our very existence is such a 'miracle', the exact conditions of our planet, the thousands of sperm, the lineage of our species and here we are. Many question though, If it is indeed possible, how/why is is so special? Do we have any justification in putting a price on life? We often become so obsessed with the mysterious and enigmatic 'death' of the other and thyself, some could say we never truly 'live'. The meaning and reason behind living is a quintessential question(s) in the mind of the human. We are so compelled by our very being that it is said we don't use the opportunity to the full potential. If we had any logic it would seem we would not question this 'life', we would 'live' it, wouldn't we? The eternal mystery of what is and what is not is the plague of the human psyche, our nature, our world, our structure, our laws, our ways, our workings, nothing goes without questioning, we are the forever question marks of the universe apparently. Searching for the answer to ourselves, within the stars, within the world, within our own biology, within our own minds. We are compelled to know, compelled to understand, Not much is a simple 'given' anymore. From our very beginnings we set out hunting, searching, gathering, looking for more, processing everything we encounter.
The way we work is that we are the very centre of the universe in our view. The notion that we are not is the assault upon the self worth and the confidence of the individual. To even be confronted with the idea that we simply do not matter is a fear we rare express because of its deep and fatal blow it bestows upon us. We live in a world of escapes and alternatives, for those of us who cannot accept and cannot comprehend the possibility of the seemingly nothingness of reality, we divulge into the many consumeristic options available to us. The many no longer face their fears instead they barricade themselves within their boxes with fancy gadgets and materialistic comforts designed to give them a sense of worth in world so diluted its become the impossible to find a light to shine in the mere darkness of being.
Tuesday, 9 March 2010
The Other Box
"Any intervention in a complex system may or may not have the intended result, but will inevitably create unanticipated and often undesirable outcomes"
The basis of the law of unintended consequences.
There is no denying that my work has connections and links to the recent Film The Box(2009), starring James Marsden, Cameron Diaz & Frank Langella. Diaz and Marsden star as a couple who receive a box from a mysterious man(Langella) who offers them one million dollars if they press the button sealed within the dome on top of the box. Of which he says; "I have an offer to make. If you push the button, two things will happen. First, someone, somewhere in the world, whom you don't know, will die. Second, you will receive a payment of one million dollars. You have 24 hours."
This Quote is heavy influence upon my own quote I use throughout my art.
The construct and the look of the box in question is of keen interest to me.
The basis of the law of unintended consequences.
There is no denying that my work has connections and links to the recent Film The Box(2009), starring James Marsden, Cameron Diaz & Frank Langella. Diaz and Marsden star as a couple who receive a box from a mysterious man(Langella) who offers them one million dollars if they press the button sealed within the dome on top of the box. Of which he says; "I have an offer to make. If you push the button, two things will happen. First, someone, somewhere in the world, whom you don't know, will die. Second, you will receive a payment of one million dollars. You have 24 hours."
This Quote is heavy influence upon my own quote I use throughout my art.
The construct and the look of the box in question is of keen interest to me.
Friday, 5 March 2010
The Guise Of Freedom Takes On Many Forms
Morality;
"late 14c., "moral qualities," from O.Fr. moralité, from L.L. moralitatem (nom. moralitas) "manner, character," from L. moralis (see moral (adj.)). Meaning "goodness" is attested from 1590s."
"descriptively to refer to a code of conduct put forward by a society or,
some other group, such as a religion, or
accepted by an individual for her own behavior or
normatively to refer to a code of conduct that, given specified conditions, would be put forward by all rational persons."
–noun,plural-ties
1.
conformity to the rules of right conduct; moral or virtuous conduct.
2.
moral quality or character.
3.
virtue in sexual matters; chastity.
4.
a doctrine or system of morals.
5.
moral instruction; a moral lesson, precept, discourse, or utterance.
Morality, if keeps us from screaming and loosing our minds in the perils of choice in everyday living. Conformist views shape the politics of life of the everyman. We are shaped by rules that are not our own. Moral choices are made for us in our so called democratic centres for 'leaders' of our country. Who has any more right than anyone else to manage a sovergin state? True democracy would give the chance to the Everyman to do all they can. We instead live in a class system where particular morailty choices are expected of us. We upset the requirement of a selfish goverment and we are apprehended by members of the law that are no more morally right than our very selfs. Whose more right in each of our lives than we ourselves? Whose 'law' is anymore absolute than of our own?
"late 14c., "moral qualities," from O.Fr. moralité, from L.L. moralitatem (nom. moralitas) "manner, character," from L. moralis (see moral (adj.)). Meaning "goodness" is attested from 1590s."
"descriptively to refer to a code of conduct put forward by a society or,
some other group, such as a religion, or
accepted by an individual for her own behavior or
normatively to refer to a code of conduct that, given specified conditions, would be put forward by all rational persons."
–noun,plural-ties
1.
conformity to the rules of right conduct; moral or virtuous conduct.
2.
moral quality or character.
3.
virtue in sexual matters; chastity.
4.
a doctrine or system of morals.
5.
moral instruction; a moral lesson, precept, discourse, or utterance.
Morality, if keeps us from screaming and loosing our minds in the perils of choice in everyday living. Conformist views shape the politics of life of the everyman. We are shaped by rules that are not our own. Moral choices are made for us in our so called democratic centres for 'leaders' of our country. Who has any more right than anyone else to manage a sovergin state? True democracy would give the chance to the Everyman to do all they can. We instead live in a class system where particular morailty choices are expected of us. We upset the requirement of a selfish goverment and we are apprehended by members of the law that are no more morally right than our very selfs. Whose more right in each of our lives than we ourselves? Whose 'law' is anymore absolute than of our own?
Thursday, 4 March 2010
Monday, 22 February 2010
The Box.
Death is not what we make it, it is what we are. The very spark of life i the lighting of the fuse on our existence. What we cannot escape is our overwhelming curiosity with our own demise. What COULD be. It's rare we put a value on life, we are more focused on the value of death.
My artwork atm is very much all about how each and every one of us creates a moral code we chose to live by. But in todays world it is affected by so many different things. Todays world morality is questioned itself rather than what it brings about. My work is exploring the extremity of such morality. Looking at death, in particular murder really.
It's followed on from a topic of work of my last given project at uni where i explored the serial killer and the attitudes towards someone's who takes life, how we DEAL with them, our attempts are trying to understand something we believe to be so wrong.
The current piece of work is a small donation box on a plinth, which has a sign stating, "IF YOU PLACE A DONATION IN THIS BOX, SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE, WILL DIE."
also all around my studio and building i work in i've put similar signs saying if you open this door someone, somewhere, will die. even signs saying, if you read this someone, somewhere, will die.
I'm testing your very morality. I'm confronting your very code's of honor and living. Want to really highlight, that even if you do open this door or put money in this box, or read this sign, someone may indeed, die. But that is not something you cannot be accounted for. or at least thats what we believe. If someone does put money in the box, what does that say about them, would they do it infront of people, would they only do it if they were alone with the box, would they imagine someone they did infact wish to die? who knows. these are questions i'm making you ask yourself. not giving you answers or a conclusion. i'm wanting you to really look, really review, what it is to be able to have, to be able to judge and critique what it is to be human, what morality gives us, what we do with it. the responsibility we bestow upon ourselves.
I'm not calling you a murderer if you do infact do what the sign says, i'm not making you one neither. You are. If you truely believe that someone will die by your hand if you place money in the box, that is your own choice and morality speaking for you. your very values telling you that its wrong, or right.
I'm not making you do anything, the problem you have then, is the problem of choice.
My artwork atm is very much all about how each and every one of us creates a moral code we chose to live by. But in todays world it is affected by so many different things. Todays world morality is questioned itself rather than what it brings about. My work is exploring the extremity of such morality. Looking at death, in particular murder really.
It's followed on from a topic of work of my last given project at uni where i explored the serial killer and the attitudes towards someone's who takes life, how we DEAL with them, our attempts are trying to understand something we believe to be so wrong.
The current piece of work is a small donation box on a plinth, which has a sign stating, "IF YOU PLACE A DONATION IN THIS BOX, SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE, WILL DIE."
also all around my studio and building i work in i've put similar signs saying if you open this door someone, somewhere, will die. even signs saying, if you read this someone, somewhere, will die.
I'm testing your very morality. I'm confronting your very code's of honor and living. Want to really highlight, that even if you do open this door or put money in this box, or read this sign, someone may indeed, die. But that is not something you cannot be accounted for. or at least thats what we believe. If someone does put money in the box, what does that say about them, would they do it infront of people, would they only do it if they were alone with the box, would they imagine someone they did infact wish to die? who knows. these are questions i'm making you ask yourself. not giving you answers or a conclusion. i'm wanting you to really look, really review, what it is to be able to have, to be able to judge and critique what it is to be human, what morality gives us, what we do with it. the responsibility we bestow upon ourselves.
I'm not calling you a murderer if you do infact do what the sign says, i'm not making you one neither. You are. If you truely believe that someone will die by your hand if you place money in the box, that is your own choice and morality speaking for you. your very values telling you that its wrong, or right.
I'm not making you do anything, the problem you have then, is the problem of choice.
Sunday, 21 February 2010
The Problem is Choice.
Morality. It defines the very things we come to term as good or bad. But who are we to determine those? what right do ourselves have to speak about others actions when each and every one of us holds a unique and individual code of honor and justice. In todays world morality is seemingly bound by culture and law. Only if we let it? The thought of chaos and lawlessness is indeed a scary notion for the many. Though is it not after we have lost everything, that we are truly free? Is what we are all really scared of, is indeed our very freedom? do we know what we would do with it, how it would feel, what it actually means? Would we even choose freedom?
Judgement, we all are bestowed with the ability to 'judge' but at what right? Just because we CAN, doesn't mean we should, does it?
Judgement, we all are bestowed with the ability to 'judge' but at what right? Just because we CAN, doesn't mean we should, does it?
Friday, 19 February 2010
The Value Of Death?
Is it life we hold so dear or is it the destruction of said life we hold more close to our own hearts? however monstrous and wrong we may view it, is it not our deaths that ultimately make us who we are? our depart from this world is a ending to thy story which completes the tiny chapter of existence in a whole. We are but atoms in the spanse of history and the universe, in fact much less. Thy life is a blink of the eye in the view of the reality we inhabit, this does not mean that we hold no significant value however, many of us are so concerned with our legacy and our lineage that we forget to live the very lives that we are gifted with.
Thursday, 18 February 2010
The Value Of Death
What is it that death compels within us that we cannot deny it throughout our everyday life? We don't risk life and limb to simply BE in existence. Or do we? Statistics will tell us that sitting in our own home is a dangerous place to be that could take our lives. Placement of our lives seemingly depends on where we live them. To most a life spent indoors is a servitude of punishment, to others the prospect of life on the outside is a fear best not explored.
So in how we all seek meaning and value to our 'lives' are we placing a price upon our own heads or are we making a estimate for how much our death is worth? Does thy existence in 'reality' outweigh its exit from it? Da Vinci is quoted to have said, “While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.” Is this true for every life?
I want to question the value you put on death. Ultimately we choose to ignore out own death, so when we face with the prospect of it we choose to think of the 'other' whoever that 'other' may be, it is a escape from the reality of our own selfless death. If I was to make you choose between one person's death and the other's? what would waver your choice? Their importance to yourself? Their social standing? Their responsibilities as a individual? What makes one's life more important than the others? More importantly, what if you had no choice? Now that is a scary question is it not?
So in how we all seek meaning and value to our 'lives' are we placing a price upon our own heads or are we making a estimate for how much our death is worth? Does thy existence in 'reality' outweigh its exit from it? Da Vinci is quoted to have said, “While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.” Is this true for every life?
I want to question the value you put on death. Ultimately we choose to ignore out own death, so when we face with the prospect of it we choose to think of the 'other' whoever that 'other' may be, it is a escape from the reality of our own selfless death. If I was to make you choose between one person's death and the other's? what would waver your choice? Their importance to yourself? Their social standing? Their responsibilities as a individual? What makes one's life more important than the others? More importantly, what if you had no choice? Now that is a scary question is it not?
Tuesday, 9 February 2010
The Progress Of Death
'Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can make you look like a star.'
What is the value of death? what is this fear we bestow upon it? need it be a means to a end. need it be a full stop on the status of life? who knows. i do not. for i am alive. for all extensive purposes. Is death thy neighbour that we do not wish to be neighborly with? My Project has taken a turn in making more questions than answers. Though those questions reveal much more about the issues I wish to raise and confront. If Death is indeed the monster we make of it, is it truly out for us on a vendetta to correct the mistake that is life?
What is this phantom life nought but a journey to a certain predetermined door. We fear death no question about it, but do we fear life also. in our crippling fear of the unknown of destruction of life do we loose value and regard on what it is to live, to be alive? There is a creeping thought into every waking moment, perhaps in the centre of a survival instincts, that at any time, any where or place this could be our death. There used to be talk and belief in a 'Good' Death, is this possible anymore, was it possible in the first place. Our Eternally curious thoughts cannot perceive the very idea of our own death. At best we can view the deaths of those around us. Take a sat back and relaxed look at the withering of the rarity of the universe. We cannot view our own death, once it is it will be all there is.
Is Deaths Illusion the very idea of life?
What is the value of death? what is this fear we bestow upon it? need it be a means to a end. need it be a full stop on the status of life? who knows. i do not. for i am alive. for all extensive purposes. Is death thy neighbour that we do not wish to be neighborly with? My Project has taken a turn in making more questions than answers. Though those questions reveal much more about the issues I wish to raise and confront. If Death is indeed the monster we make of it, is it truly out for us on a vendetta to correct the mistake that is life?
What is this phantom life nought but a journey to a certain predetermined door. We fear death no question about it, but do we fear life also. in our crippling fear of the unknown of destruction of life do we loose value and regard on what it is to live, to be alive? There is a creeping thought into every waking moment, perhaps in the centre of a survival instincts, that at any time, any where or place this could be our death. There used to be talk and belief in a 'Good' Death, is this possible anymore, was it possible in the first place. Our Eternally curious thoughts cannot perceive the very idea of our own death. At best we can view the deaths of those around us. Take a sat back and relaxed look at the withering of the rarity of the universe. We cannot view our own death, once it is it will be all there is.
Is Deaths Illusion the very idea of life?
Tuesday, 12 January 2010
Can I Help You?
This is the Image i displayed on a A4 piece of paper laminated and stuck onto the wall. Accompanied by;
Can I Help You?
By
Jarred Knott
“A live human body and a deceased human body have the same number of particles. Structurally there's no difference.“ - Jon Osterman
My work’s aims to open your mind and considerations to what value ‘life’ has. Is it simply an overrated phenomenon?
“Can I Help You?” explores the mindset of those who kill, who murder, who are so detached from reality and society they choose to take another’s life. A key research aspect was of the Zodiac Killings, by someone who has eluded the law since he murdered 5 people in the late 1960’s, the same time set from the initial starting point of this project of Michelangelo Antonioni’s film Zabriskie Point(1970) which also took place within California like the movie.
This piece takes a very laid back and casual approach to the issues it tackles. Much like infamous serial killers in their motives and considerations towards life. Also there is a undeniable black comedy feel to the work; you don’t know if you should laugh or not. I leave that choice unto you. What I do wish for you to think about though is the fact that anyone of us, your partner, your child, your neighbour, your postman, even you yourself, could be a killer. It is a fact that we cannot deny about our nature, we all have the capacity to kill.
This is the statement which was partnered with my exhibition piece.
I feel this outcome for this exhibition was more of a experimental stage rather than a means to an end. I aim to continue on this project throughout my next one, as there is so much potential in the concepts of my ideas. I would like to maybe look at some site specific work perhaps, for example "how to drown someone" manual in a public swimming pool. Also extending the ideal of the manuals, for instance setting a faux company up which gives advice on how best to murder/kill someone. There is also the prospect of bringing the idea into new mediums, possibly even videos of TV adverts on how to kill someone successfully, or billboards, etc. Before I take this project further I'm hoping to do much more reading and concept proofing my idea with books into the psyche of serial killers, how the media represents them and the attitude the general public has towards them. Another interest i would like to explore is the "value" of life, how it is regarded and what worth we give/imply of it. This could include looking certain cultures and religions outlook on death.
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