A conceptual installation that brings viewers into a state of presence to really absorb a piece of art rather than simply viewing and passing it by. My work has an intricate narrative and blossoms with time spent observing. I wanted to create a piece of work that you could leave your shoes and all the things you carried with you at the door, to enter into the art and its message, sit down and wander throughout its lines and create your own story through observation. It starts with a long narrowing hallway with stream of consciousness poetry hand painted on either wall; the left side has words encased in a geometric shape, representing the left (rational/logical) brain, and the right wall, the words are encased in a wave form shape to represent the flowing and more watery nature of the right brain. Walking in, your left and right hemispheres are soothed by the familiar, to be able to enter the space feeling tuned in. And walking out, balanced by the exposure to the polar opposite, preparing you to reenter the world feeling whole.  The poems are intentionally fractured in moments due to the way they were created, some pieces of the message lost in the process. They also have neither a beginning nor end. These characteristics of the poems represent the stream-of-consciousness process, where producing within a flow state creates work that is able to capture only so much at one time. I liken it to sifting stones from sand, or cupping the hands to capture a drink of water; because I am influenced by the infinite nature of things, I am aware that whatever I am able to grab when I reach out into a vast well of ideas, is simply an observation on that present moment, and therefore, a truth worth observing. This said, my philosophy is based on valuing the act of  reaching  over controlling the outcome or producing something premeditated. My work is a vehicle to inspire others to do this kind of reaching inward and exploring, without judgment, to see and really treasure what we can discover.
       
     
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 A conceptual installation that brings viewers into a state of presence to really absorb a piece of art rather than simply viewing and passing it by. My work has an intricate narrative and blossoms with time spent observing. I wanted to create a piece of work that you could leave your shoes and all the things you carried with you at the door, to enter into the art and its message, sit down and wander throughout its lines and create your own story through observation. It starts with a long narrowing hallway with stream of consciousness poetry hand painted on either wall; the left side has words encased in a geometric shape, representing the left (rational/logical) brain, and the right wall, the words are encased in a wave form shape to represent the flowing and more watery nature of the right brain. Walking in, your left and right hemispheres are soothed by the familiar, to be able to enter the space feeling tuned in. And walking out, balanced by the exposure to the polar opposite, preparing you to reenter the world feeling whole.  The poems are intentionally fractured in moments due to the way they were created, some pieces of the message lost in the process. They also have neither a beginning nor end. These characteristics of the poems represent the stream-of-consciousness process, where producing within a flow state creates work that is able to capture only so much at one time. I liken it to sifting stones from sand, or cupping the hands to capture a drink of water; because I am influenced by the infinite nature of things, I am aware that whatever I am able to grab when I reach out into a vast well of ideas, is simply an observation on that present moment, and therefore, a truth worth observing. This said, my philosophy is based on valuing the act of  reaching  over controlling the outcome or producing something premeditated. My work is a vehicle to inspire others to do this kind of reaching inward and exploring, without judgment, to see and really treasure what we can discover.
       
     

A conceptual installation that brings viewers into a state of presence to really absorb a piece of art rather than simply viewing and passing it by. My work has an intricate narrative and blossoms with time spent observing. I wanted to create a piece of work that you could leave your shoes and all the things you carried with you at the door, to enter into the art and its message, sit down and wander throughout its lines and create your own story through observation. It starts with a long narrowing hallway with stream of consciousness poetry hand painted on either wall; the left side has words encased in a geometric shape, representing the left (rational/logical) brain, and the right wall, the words are encased in a wave form shape to represent the flowing and more watery nature of the right brain. Walking in, your left and right hemispheres are soothed by the familiar, to be able to enter the space feeling tuned in. And walking out, balanced by the exposure to the polar opposite, preparing you to reenter the world feeling whole.

The poems are intentionally fractured in moments due to the way they were created, some pieces of the message lost in the process. They also have neither a beginning nor end. These characteristics of the poems represent the stream-of-consciousness process, where producing within a flow state creates work that is able to capture only so much at one time. I liken it to sifting stones from sand, or cupping the hands to capture a drink of water; because I am influenced by the infinite nature of things, I am aware that whatever I am able to grab when I reach out into a vast well of ideas, is simply an observation on that present moment, and therefore, a truth worth observing. This said, my philosophy is based on valuing the act of reaching over controlling the outcome or producing something premeditated. My work is a vehicle to inspire others to do this kind of reaching inward and exploring, without judgment, to see and really treasure what we can discover.

Stream of Consciousness Poetry Hallway
       
     
Stream of Consciousness Poetry Hallway

Left wall:
...most effervescence. Unparalleled spark, exotic and unwound. Knees falling in and out of right angles, day in/out, stretched and stunned, like night matter. Locked in moving stillness indefinitely. Sprouting silent hairs and expired cells letting themselves go, without permission, without conscious invitation, simply an awareness of purpose. Rare is the dance of human consciousness. The blend of knowing and being. Interwoven and golden. We’re spun, in and of one. We watch out loud, awaiting evaporating. The mist of the passing minds carried in actively translated cellular stock. Every atom - a memory onion; an elemental feast. Particles with personality all tuned to unity. All vibrating with a purity of presence. Accumulating as dense bone, soft palms, equal parts mystery and miracle. May we open to access the totality of this cosmic dramady. Bow to our vessel, extend to our global family. As the sunrise lines the sea...

 

(photo credit: Paul Olaechea)

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Stream of Consciousness Poetry Hallway

Right wall:

...privacy... built to be the remote receiver, made to enter. Where passages meet. Previously placed parading into the timeless, traceless slope. Particle products of a larger component of infinity. There is now no space or distance from access, as there is no stitch unsown. Being of the blue, the vast, we are. Electric or drifting, as you are, as you do. Choose your own distance, resistance, existence. Calibrate. As matter does. Imagine your elements momentarily separate, breathe in the space between and resume, as you will, as you do. Grow on, growing in. Adjusting frequency, radiating ….

 

(photo credit: Paul Olaechea)

       
     
"Observation Room" installation piece by Buckley

The hallway's narrow opening drops you into an octagonal room with diffused white light and a soundscape made by my friend Michael Yun and I for an ecstatic healing/stream of consciousness music project we had in Portland, Consilience, the track is called Circular Logic. There are pillows on the floor, inviting you to take a seat and let the moment in. The walls consist of a 7 panel black and white painting. The room, built in an octagonal shape, represents the interplay between circle and square and speaks of the transitional dance between earth and heaven. The circle is symbolic of the heavens (also eternity/infinity) and the angularity of the square is symbolic of earthly presence. The octagon is also said to be representational of the energy of renewal, rebirth, transition and totality, which I illustrate in a story that traverses the walls. Panel 1 has childlike imagery, notes of discovery and blossoming, a communing with inspiration and intuition that spills into panel 2, featuring hieroglyph-like symbols hanging high above two resting figures that lay atop flowering, spine-like vines. This symbolizes a coming into a new structure and maturation, integrating the wisdom of the internal and eternal as a route to self-awareness; harmonizing the inner sage and the inner child. Panel 3 becomes more dense, interweavings of faces, patterns and symbols representing an influx of the external, people and experiences that play a part in shaping and inspiring an individual. Panel 4 is a large bold female figure, a symbol of the divine feminine, her body running in the direction of the past 3 panels, while her face looks up and forward at a collection of symbols representative of inspiration, as well as a bit of blank space, the unknown, unwritten- as if the figure is an integration of her past and future, a specimen of balance and ultimate presence. The story her gaze is cast on spills into a the head of a wiser older female on panel 5, whose arm reaches into panel 6, beneath a masculine figure that lends a hand into the wise woman's dream channel. Grounded below them is a collection of more hieroglyph-like symbology that is interwoven with denser pattern play and images of masculine and feminine unions, representing an alliance and communion of the two energetic dualities present in all things. The product of this union is illustrated in panel 7, a hand tossing flowers (fertility) and above it all, a crowned, regal figure with pyramid like structures coming from the eye and a wise, ancient bird peering above its head over all. The opening of the room is an invisible 8th panel, that represents the unknown, the unseeable, the mystery of the cosmos that makes us complete and creates a fullness to the part of our story that we cannot write ourselves.

 

(photo credit: Paul Olaechea)

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