Ethereal Realities
The meanings of our adult realities are ethereal. Ghostly images float through our thoughts trying desperately to take solid form—to have some practical purpose. But we don’t need quantitative values or limitations.
We can be as wildly imaginative as Hieronymus Bosch. Our minds can soar into realms far beyond the limits of logic to lift us into a fantasy of mystical visions and perceptions, even when all seems hopeless or lost.
Can our dreams be programmed into a computer? Is Artificial Intelligence the same as artificial reality? Or perfect reality? Will there be perfect art?
Can AI be as imaginative as Bosch or feel the deep pain and desolate hopelessness that can shake your very soul? What about the ecstasy that comes from being truly alive and conversing with unfathomable mysteries of nature?
The shock of a childhood accident reverberates in the art of Matt Sesow. It digs deep into the cryptic codes that reach into your heart and mind to construct stepping-stones to the supernatural—a search for plain truth.
No. There can be no perfect art. Real art is anything but perfect—it’s like opening a door to your inner world—the place where your dreams and fantasies party and play in the shadows of logic and beyond the bondage of PTSD.
The plain truths of Sheep Jones are so elusive that they hover somewhere between the superficial realities of recognizable images and the dance of implausible ideas… and above creative limitations. These are mysteries that draw you into a universe of contemplation. The idea unravels and reforms to a higher place in the infinite mind of the artist.