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Art can be seen as the manipulation of perception into form. As artists we can only attempt to craft something that not only speaks to that of ourselves, but to others in such a way that opens them up to a new sense of fidelity and understandings of themselves and their world. Wether by facing some harsh truth, swallowing of denial, or by feeling compassion and the wealth of beauty pigmented on the page before them, possibly reflecting back some sense of gnosis or understanding. No matter what creative form or lack of form an artists comes upon to shape and mold, even if it is formless, as in a meditation, or the orality of spoken language crafted into a story, or the immeasurable immensity of which we call music, I believe it can still root itself in a form, root itself in the heart of the listener.

As we pass through galleries, street corners, skim through books, or digital bits of information trailing images across a lighted screen, it is up to us as observers wether we consider ourselves artists or not, to discover what we will. The art itself wether visual or written possibly does not hold enough innate ability in its occurrence to fully or always impact the viewer as much as when the viewer holds his or her respective candle up and within their own creative, subjective, imaginative or objective capacities they gaze upon the mysterium within its expression, to then illuminate the art for themselves in their own personal way of knowing or gnosis. So it is up to the artists to create the stage, but it is up to the observers to walk out upon it.

-Josh Fleming

Image by: Elfie Kalfakis


Wisdom Speaks Not


The wise do not know more than you or I, nor do they have some right for our wrongs. The wise know that our perceptions our blighted, obscured by what stories we have crafted. Before thought echoed and returned from the dark mountain, its appearance was of a vasty different shape and form.

-Josh Fleming

Image by: Elfie Kalfakis



Duality expresses an either/or relationship. A duel and opposition of concepts. Polarity expresses dynamic reciprocity and equipoise, a yin/yang relationship.

Words from: Synaptic Stimuli


Image by: Ling Meng








The architects will build, but who will follow, the geometry of rhythms collide, structures identify, the models study the patterns. They evolve, yet retain consistencies, to remain seated while shouting at the sky, intriguing is the dream that does not wake to collect the ballots. The ancestors gather in the archetypes, the composure of the circuitry, the plasticity of a universe becoming known.

– Josh Fleming

Image by: Unknown, Rothko

Mandala Of The Sun


The mandala speaks through the trees, its transition is of our own, the burning heart of the sun. The great depth of being, the ascending spiral growths outward yet returns to the point of its beginning. To restore what was lost with what was gained. The mind is a microcosm, the body is the breath. Wherein all things alight, turning the mirrors of perception, bending the halls of time, to contruct the architecture of the dream.

– Josh Fleming

Time Is Bending Back Around Again


Do not count the days that have past or the ones that may still be yet to come. Do not waste your energy on such things. Just focus on the moments, for they to will carry over to the depths of your being. To a place where there is no time.

– Josh Fleming

” Where your perception goes you tend to follow.”

Words In Quotations By: Michael Chichi


Image by: Mehdi Ghadyanloo


Life Is The Art Of Distorting Perception


Life is consciousness-evolving, as patterns are identified in the particle-waves that pass us by. It is through a series of alterations of concentration, that we find ourselves here. Some stilled, quieted in the silence of the sound, while some excitedly move all around. Some seek, questing after a truth wrapped in a lie, while some stay at rest with the unknowing ground. It is in how we perceive and interact with what surrounds us on this path, that becomes the Art of living.

– Josh Fleming

Image by: Tony Martin