Asemicism reflects post millennial life… In this new century we interact with language by deconstructing it. My friends don’t watch television anymore, we’re too busy performing word magick, digitally conversing with fellow explorers of form and meaning. If “language is a virus” asemic writing might just be the cure. The WORD locks us into the holograph of prefabricated existence, the physical body, the dull repetition of the ‘already written’. ‘Useless writing’ which has no fixed meaning frees us from the hallucination of reality, it’s an expression of the dream body. It’s the most democratic of art forms, (forms of art). With the advent of the internet we are all potentially great artists, requiring no patrons. The WORD locks us into the impasse of linearity.
Asemicism is the most egalitarian of psychedelic art movements. Visual glossolia in streams of ones and zeros with language NOW! Asemists are no longer mere vehicles for the ‘control codes’ of inauthentic realities. We are all potentially art stars… art multiverses. None of us are constrained by outmoded ideas of cause and effect… Writing blogs and sharing novelty on ‘social media’ might just be the cure. “Let there be Light!”.
Our work is the ghost of pre-diluvian meaning. Paintings on a cave wall, pictographs, hieroglyphs, we must expand beyond sequential expression.
Gallery art is dead. Art is dead. Our new hobby is sending joyful notations into cyberspace in quantum strings, non-representative language magick. Creating images and the astral body through our eyes and ones and zeros. Zeros and ones. We’re anja chakras… crown chakras. Into the body. Into the body. Non- busy making connections, performing sets us free from the bondage consumers. The bondage consumers. The dead. The stream of symbols entering. Of symbols entering.
Never before have so many artists been able to communicate instantaneously, we are a global network of alchemists, experimenting, refining, we send our dreams before we even wake up!
Like a vast brain we create new neural pathways with ink and oils and digital effects; blending traditional painterly skills with computer technology to produce something truly NEW! We climb over the shoulders of giants and peer at the world from the tops of their heads. We are cells in the great neural network of ultra-modern art.
A vast magickal brain we create by experimenting, refining, we send our dreams… are a global network of alchemists, before we even wake up! Even wake up! Like digital effects; blending traditional painterly in the great network of ultra-modern, something truly new… truly new. We climb over neural pathways with ink and paint the shoulders of giants. We peer in their heads. We are skill cells with computer technology to produce and communicate instantaneously. We communicate rhizomatically!
We do not dream in sentences! We are mapping the invisible landscape, dissolving boundaries between art and shamanism. In the mythical Atlantis of our imaginations we converse in symbols, colors and in the absence of imposed meaning we have to extract signification from the random, the accidental, the mischievous. Gallery art is dead. Art is dead. The stream of symbols entering the body through our eyes and anja chakras. Into the body. Non representative language magick, creating images and sending them into cyberspace in strings of ones and zeros. We’re too busy making connections, performing sets us free from the bondage of consumerism.