Being the digitally altered photos of aronimus
The woman on the rock sits there sunning herself. Engaged in the contemplation of greater insight. This does not specifically mean she has received greater insight on anything in particular. Merely giving thought to the concept.
This statue is known as The Fishermans Wife and located in the former resort town of Kep in Cambodia. When aronimus visited Kep it was pretty much all in ruins. A scattering of stripped out villas left over from the french colonial days.
Here we see the hidden junction at Kaitoki Regional Park. The location of the mythical Rivendell. Founded by Elrond and home of the elves.
A path runs through the rainforest there. Winding its way among fern and tree. Uma and Harun walk this path and stop in a small clearing before a great tree. They pause for a photo opportunity. Totally unaware of the hidden junction they are standing upon. A fire elemental doth materialise from a portal in the path. They become aware of a choice before them. One could continue on down the usual path as most everyone else has before… Or one could take the fork to the right. Wander off into the forest and seek the primate self. To devolve. To shed all trappings of civilisation and reside in the forest. The sharp eyed crow is down that path. Watching and waiting…
The artist sits here musing into his visual diary. Beer or contemplation on greater things.
Having consumed a number of beers he pauses to consider… should I have a couple more beers and a feed of noodles? Should I be content with this? Or should I seek something greater.
Maybe that is what is happening here.
Maybe he’s tripping out, that temples doing some weird warpy shit man… and just maybe a beer and a feed of noodles just might put things straight. Not sure who normally eats noodles when they’re drinking beers. Whatever is going on, that crow is looking on as always…
One becomes aware of ones own mortality.
While writing this up, I did ponder on these lyrics by Sublime while looking upon this creation.
Life is too short so love the one you got,
Cos you might get run over or you might get shot
Death is coming for all of us… it maybe tomorrow or 60 years from now.
Compared to the scale of the great workings of the universe, our time here is so very, very short.
The sharp eyed crow sits at the end of the row of meditating figures. He’ll claim us all in the end.
Whilst we still draw breath, it might be prudent to pour ones energy into what the heart wants.
Stand still for a moment… Perfectly still. Look around you and take in the workings of the universe.
Harun was walking through the botanic gardens some years back. There had been a recent volcanic eruption in South America. Up near the observatory he did see the full moon rise above the Rimutaka ranges and it was blood red. He then did sit upon a park bench and marvel at this most wondrous natural phenomena!
Whilst taking it in, he did look upon the the suits busily walking past on their way home… tuned into their iPods, horse blinkers on walking flat out in an almighty great hurry. Only one guy actually noticed it and briefly stopped to observe the rare sight before continuing on his way. Everyone else was oblivious.
As we rush through the daily tasks of our busy lives, it is so easy to miss the beautiful things that make life worth living. Stand still for a moment and see what you’re missing.
This scene is happening in a secluded corner of Ta Prohm Temple in Cambodia.
Here the woman from the previous work is fused with the outline of the reef at Castlepoint on the Wairarapa Coast.
On his last visit Mick aka Mikail bin Perci did announce to his son Harun that “the monkeys were at Castlepoint”. He had been hitting his moonshine from the bin Perci distillery, but Harun did listen unto him anyway. He spoke of sitting there drinking with a mate some years back, looking upon the reef. His mate was getting weirded out as the rocks were all looking like primates as the shadows changed during the day. Harun had indeed noticed that the end of the reef did look like a large primate muzzle and brow. Mikail did say that his mother grew up just down the road at Mataikona, which Harun doth translate as a nook with a tree in it. She sayeth that back in the past the local Maori wouldn’t go out on the reef.
Harun doth believe that the reef is indeed a spiritual place and there be a lot of energy there. One should sit against the light house at night looking out to sea. The multiple beams of light appear to curve as if some great dome and the galaxy can be seen in great detail. Harun muses to himself that this indeed could be the makings of another great work.
This creation has nothing to do with primates nor the beams of light. Through practicing her gong on the reef she has somehow generated some form of organic fractal membrane across the sky opening into a Mandelbrot shaped rift where she can see her own iris which appears almost as a sun along with other solar system related material. Maybe this is a vision of her own retina.
Sala Keoku is a fantastic statue garden located near Nong Khai in Thailand. The place is some sort of cult based on a fusion of Buddhist and Hindu practices.
a r o n i m u s sees this particular scene happening as thus…
The women pictured is doing some form of meditation or Qigong style practice. As she works with the energies within and without, the greater workings of the cosmos become apparent. The fractal structures that make up all things subtly illuminate in the background while the great spheres of the solar system endlessly turn over head. Though pictured as Radix Chart rather than a figurative sense.