Alexander Sylvester

Introspective Musings

# 4

Apokaluptein (to reveal)

Inspire, explore

Our experiences, stories and introspective journey's are most powerful when shared and discussed. It is here that I want to share an intimate, personal experience with others instead of clawing through the noise of social media feeds. Couple with the visual art I've produced over the years, Introspective Musings is the bridge between audience and artist; a written account of how these visions come to be.

Apokaluptein (to reveal)

In Plain Sight (Apokaluptein), 2020

Our relationship with our place on this earth, with nature, with our neighbors, with society, within nations, and so on is under the microscope from humanity at large. The events of the last seven months have been monumental for us all, even if the individual impact you face feels relatively unencumbered. We are witnessing a mass paradigm shift in how many of us view and interact with the world around us. 

I've been thinking about what it means to be within an "apocalypse". When does one start and what does it look like? The word apocalypse comes from the Greek word apokaluptein, meaning to "reveal/uncover". Instead of the immediate cataclysmic imagery of war, famine, death and disease, what if it's more nuanced than that? It almost feels like we've been in the midst of our grand revelation, our apocalypse, for longer than we wish to admit. The natural world has been shouting its desperate cries and we've shut ourselves away.

So if we are in too deep, can you alter the path toward the truths revealed before us? Is there a chance for reprieve or are the cards already dealt, the die cast?

In this day and age, our vision is ever present. Our gaze transfixed upon the digital dimension giving us the vicarious window into all of the world’s woes. We have never been so tuned into the events taking place at this very moment from thousands of miles away. It’s become a sort of public duty to be an active member of our online realm, to engage and participate as a means to be a part of whichever side we feel needs support. But on our shoulders also rests an urge for passivity, to quell our outrage and fear through futile arguments while remaining at a distance from the world, the realm we still truly inhabit. 

To be this connected with our fellow humans is something to revel in and represents an altruistic and hopeful future, but without a revolution of thought followed by action and result it can be nothing more than a way to put our divide on display. The cracks are widening, and the rot spreads further throughout as we argue the value of human life. More specifically, this country… America, sits under a blaring white light that reveals and unravels all that has been sewn into the fabric.

In the wake of disease, protests and the mass upheaval of our political foundations lays out a future uncertain. The many truths of the above mentioned relationships have and will continue to come to light. Some new and others festering. But ultimately, it comes down to how we view and assess the challenges before us. Are we up for the task?

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