There’s something very seriously messed up about this picture, very screwed up. It could be a window to anywhere, a view out to an outer world from within, an inner space perspective. It’s a designed separation, partitioning the real from the really real and the false from the fictional marketed illusion.
The hues and contrasts outside tease, giving the observer a feeling of natural. Nature is within reach, a glimpse of tropical palette, picture perfect. There are lush greens, wilting yellows and decaying browns. All visual cues, signally that nature is cycling through its magnificent manifestations, birth life death, just happening naturally right outside the viewing platform.
But wait; there appear to be other colours, blues reds whites blacks, a kaleidoscope of changing colour. All intermingled cascading as a glimmering dry riverbed, meandering within a jungle, desperately seeking new routes and tributaries to continue its progress, free from impediment.
One can be all at once mesmerized and transfixed by its initial impact, beautiful to the eye. Yet wait a moment. Look closer, quite instantly and instinctively uneasy anxious horrified sickened repulsed and frightened, by the inescapable truth of toxic art.
This is no pristine natural setting I have stumbled upon, a rare and secret find on a planet that so desperately gasps for such soothing pockets of peace tranquility and hope.
This is the outlook from a gym, a place of health welfare and well-being. A view to what wealth and its cancerous tentacles have spread.
This is the insanity.
This is what is happening more and more.
This is Ubud Bali Indonesia.
Observing whats real is becoming increasingly difficult. This site is my view, my perception and my commentary on what I believe to be real, from my own unique position.