The Hopelessness of Conformity
1,500 x 2,665mm
Some say without conformity there is chaos;
Others say without conformity there is freedom;
Some say within conformity there is slavery;
Others say within conformity there is order;
How do I get the best halves of both these things at once?
By what means am I to reach this small door?
Shall I move towards conformity's bright corners?
Or am I to run away from its dark edges?
Then, is only half of its top assured?
And why is part of it bottomless?
Now the background to my whole world feels upside-down.
I find when I dedicate myself to one, I lose sight of the other;
And while trying to hold to both, forms in me duplicity;
Hence the hopelessness of conformity.
1,500 x 2,665mm
To progress what is called civilization;
We dig into the earth;
We build into the air;
We lean forward.
We dig backwards;
We build up darkness;
We are upside-down;
Producing nothing but destruction.
So what should I say:
When facing these opposing options;
Must I choose one?
Must I hate the other?
Must I split my focus?
Destroying half my appreciations.
1,200 x 1,200mm
Painted over the controversial lives and sacrifices of its pioneers;
Standing straight and tall, is the contentious point called justice.
Said to be sharp enough to penetrate our otherwise dark world;
While it presents within itself opposing shapes and colors at its extremes.
Thus some object to justice, holding up its dark and sinister past;
Saying it is yet to be refined pure and true, and thus be completely white.
While others say, although the theoretical point of justice is pure and true;
When applied, justice opens itself up to a dark and sinister blunt end.
And thus, without mercy:
It is easy to have great admiration and love for justice;
Whenever it is driven, rightfully or wrongly, into those who hurt us.
Yet it is so very hard to have the same admiration and love for justice;
If it were to be hurtfully driven into us, rightfully or wrongly.
Such is self;
Such is justice.