1: knock knock
2: who's there?
1: control freak. Now you say “control freak who?”
My own suspicion is that the universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose.
John Scott Haldane
New worlds require new maps.
New worlds require not just new maps, but new ways of making those maps.
New ways of thinking about the nature and function of our social and metaphysical landscapes, because the standard means of description are no longer up to the task.
Uri Aran traces the invisible world about and within us. The topographic schema he creates are formed from atomic elements of overlooked and overworked realities. When found and observed and classified and arranged and shaped by Aran, these particles reveal themselves to be citizens of worlds that crowd our commonplace dreams and fears.
The contents of our hierarchies and our logics are shaken, rattled then rolled onto the field of our perception. We discover new disparate tribes, who share common wordless languages fresh to their tongues - alienation, magic and time counted in breaths.
Aran manipulates the constituent parts with shuffles, folds and stutters, so that new allegiances and coalitions are formed within his tabletop cities, clearing paths through the forest of consciousness with a slash and burn that is one part abandon, one part passion, and two parts control. Objects swap clothes and hopes and orientations, each new identity replacing an old one. This process of substitution allows new ways of seeing to emerge spontaneously from the spaces that lie between each, between them and us, and that lie between me, myself and I.