dust boatman view thought





the view index 



a mental position, spatial property from which something is viewed, height from which the artist sees the subject, a technique of composition for time, space, story, emotion, movement, shape, dust and thought reality, the manner in which an action is regarded, beliefs of choice, transcranial stimulation, neurotechnology tinker toolset,  sed quisnam sum ego. 




darwins dog                       



thinking reverend



free life jackets       



boatman daily



sound of walnut



sugar free



from honey



boatman algebra 





dust boatman view thought


our awareness it seems

what u doing

hiding in cave  arm half eaten by saber tooth  my blood on wall… what u doing

head broke  og throw big rock   cave dark smell blood   what up with that 

dizzy me   friend cave…

A few thousand human generations before the invention of writing in the Middle East officially began our recorded history, we scratched images on cave walls.  Crossing a neurological bridge, as walking and using tools helped sustain life, the drawings are the earliest messages of our awareness in ourselves of both body and spirit.  Our tiered existence visions of an upper world, mortal world and underworld, through the millenniums,  are reproduced as the heavens, earth and hells that we believe or deny today.

We get there the same.  Our human optic system generates the same types of illustrated depictions, and illusions that we individually embrace or reject as meaningful, as it did in the cave.   The stimulus of solitude, fasting, repetitive movement, pain, music, drugs, high carbon dioxide presence, varies only slightly in culture and time.  Whether the medium is a cave wall, printed pages, paintings of art or motion, we get there in stages.  With our eyes, in our mind, we see patterns of familiarity and abstract forms in the first stage.  The forms become objects we can identify and recognize as human, beast, natural and cosmic in the second stage.  In the third stage, we feel a free fall into hallucination or knowledge that our bodies and spirits merge with all others.  We feel this is good.  We feel this is meant to be.  We feel it, whether we can explain it or express it or believe it.  

Spirits in cave and ghosts in dwelling are the same, if we can place the vision, draw it on a surface, body it forth to touch, to shape, to control.   The monster or animal we create is ours, ours to do with as we want. 

Our intense need to communicate is a strain of survival.  As human beings, we demonstrate ourselves as the most social and antisocial of species.  This is our awareness. 

We have specialists from disciplines including anthropology, ethnology and ethology, archeology, art history and genetics, and many more of us wanting to understand these long ago cultures and their messages.  Our thinking ancestors’ question of ‘who are we’ has evolved into our more modern question of ‘who am I’.  We cannot resist a yearning to know these past humans, to almost believe, in our more narcissus mind of today that their prehistorian legacy was left to reach us on purpose.  It was not for us. 

They taught their children, and then their children taught their children, generation after generation, for a number of millennia beyond our understanding, a way of life, a way of living, that entertained no need or desire for change.  Without resistance to life as is, with little expressive innovation ever visible, our ancestors, in the preceding time span four times longer than our record of history, lived with each other in a culture of stability and satisfaction that the unaltered human mind today cannot imagine.

In our folly, for a mere few centuries past, we have considered this mist of the prehistoric world to be inferior to today’s world.  Clutching this viewpoint of self-flattering superiority, we vigorously peel away our brains, as a people with knowledge beyond their intelligence and understanding.

We cannot be us much longer.



dust boatman view thought