VanGogui

Van Gogui...Vielfaches von sich

Visual artist, designer, sculptor, engraver, poet, performance, installer, curator, photographer, historian and art critic.

WHO AM I

Temporary Condensation of the Middle

No contour lines

A smoke that has no limits

Subtle, for all virtues are nothing

Make to stand out

Without separateness, one true

Ideal of being ...

Spirit and matter, which comes from unity

Primordial ...

Behind all things is darkness

And they tend to light to reveal

Spirit, matter and form ...

Who am I

A transformer of himself ... A sculptor

That reconfigures itself every

New reflect ...

In a continuous search

To find out

Advancing into the unknown

That lurks in me.

Persisting in finding the true

Meaning of life

And the true sense of existing ...

In this long journey find your own

Reason for building yourself

It requires a continuous, shrewd and strong effort

To debug and so find yourself

A rigid cut that forms

At the same time it extracts it.

In a hard battle with yourself

In order to integrate with one's own

Nature...

In this constant struggle that I live

Discovering me the self that is in me

In an ambiguous paradoxical plot

Wrapped by a complex network

Rhizomatic that connects

Regardless

Of sequential hierarchies.

In this weaving of you I will

Constituting.

Starting and starting over

Nonstop.

What I saw, and I already realized, what

I recognized and understood what I already

I witnessed and felt.

All changes and experiences

They are configuring my being.

I am then part of me

That is built every day and

Reconstruct in a tangle

Of possibilities that dictate the existence.

In this journey time I am navigator and navigator

A double drive.

I am myself walking towards me

Difficult and complex, to understand each other

It's quite a challenge to know what you are

And even more recognize what if

Should be.

In this clash of becoming I am the thought

The doing and my memory of me

Thus arises another self different from me

Yeah, away from me

I know one day

Who am I

In the immanence of being, in this

Unsettling latency

That configures the exist.

Raphael Guimel