I think my consciousness is too embedded in the “Reality” of now. At least those facets if reality that have asserted themselves in the global discourse, and those more personal to me. It’s left me anxious and exhausted. Whether my response is appropriate to the gravity of this all is anyone’s guess. Either way, I find myself gravitating towards things more spiritual and esoteric. I became slightly obsessed with the Tarot and i ching. I think this is for the aesthetics and mystery than any real grasping for things supernatural. Divination is necessarily driven by interpretation, inferred synchronicity and serendipity. WHich, of course, is precisely their charm and power. There seems some value to even the sceptical among us to use divinatory practises as a way f coalescing and focusing thoughts and dilemmas.
I’m not going to reading anyone’s tarot spread any time soon. But I can’t help but notice the similarities between (my) artistic practise and that of divination. I randomness and borrowed symbols to surface some implicit urge or desire. Pure compulsion coalesces around derived imagery.
I don’t know enough about divination or the occult (and perhaps art) to seem erudite here. I just see patterns and similarities. Tarot and i ching (the only two types of divination I know anything about) rely on randomness, and the interpretation of symbols that emerge from said randomness, Combinatorics in the infinite. Predictability in ininite combinations.
Art is infinite too. And it produces symbols. And those symbols could be interpreted. The interpretation of divinatory symbols is subjective to the levels of extreme consummate with the infinite combinations. Same with art. Same with my art.
But this raises a question. A question that I was not prepared for and have no answers to. That questions is: if my art is divinatory, what the fuck does it mean?