by Jonathan Boddam-Whetham
A space – a shed – of animal husbandry – Man dominate over animal, over Nature
A pile of mud – as if brought in from the fields
A pile of wool – as if freshly shorn sheep, now disappeared, once inhabited the space
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Kabbalistic 5 Pointed Star – Adam Kadmon – Perfect Being
Man made of clay in God’s image
Man re-creates in his own image – a simulacrum of the Divine.
A Modern Golem.
Hackney the new Prague – a centre of alchemy?
Humanity abandoned? Seeking to rise from the mud.
A spectacle – alone I struggle with the responsibility of Being and being – others watch – objectified through my own ego, my own I.
If Being is Becoming – then can I re-make myself – am I my own initiator through which I am transformed?
Can earth be ephemeral – but a contingent clothing, until it slips off like the tears of frustration falling down my cheeks. The earth refuses my touch, my command. Like the conflict of Genesis 1 and 2, do I dominate the Earth or care for it. Do I caress it, or shape it with my will?
It is as if Adam, after eating the apple, is embarrassed by his nudity – the act of self-awareness after eating the forbidden fruit from the Tree of Life – knowledge.
He tries to make himself – desperate to change – but never perfected – never the Divine embodied. Or perhaps trying to embody humanity without the Divine, after the madman has made his proclamation ‘God is dead’? Is he just a modern golem – created by man with life written upon its forehead, the name of the dead God, as if it is a eulogy inscribed on a tomb?
I cleanse myself, I cleanse myself, I try, I try, I try. The devil of mud and wool, a reflection in the earth.
Before us is evoked Pan, but where cloven hoofs should be, ape like feet are. Satyr stands – half man – legs clothed in wool – the divine and the beast. A satanic bricolage… Perhaps, or not. The Dionysian rupturing through the Apollonian; Nietzsche knew.
All slips away.
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The Seven Headed Dragon – the Beast of Revelations
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Father Son Spirit