Existence is the constant, creative process of becoming, never finished, always evolving. We must take into account we are the makers of things; moments, mergers, interactions, and results.
The undertone resonating in life is that things are causal; they impact and ripple in a pond of complex interconnections, beating and banging into one another, manifesting worlds. We cannot ignore the aspects of being, content instead to classify and compare as if everything followed similar patterns. Patterns do not answer the question why. They are surface-symbolic, only the aftereffect end-points in a state of instability. Moments in life have the power and potential to change us forever and as we change, we change things. They are the inevitable changes spurred by innumerable variables of assemblage; consistently arrange new complexities of unfathomable proportions.
Never underestimate the power of the moment…your behavior, choices, and internal dialogue matter. In each individual there lies a historical blueprint of existence they extend unknowingly into the world to relate with things and others, creating new worlds. The discoveries of one generation impact those coming after and almost certainly in ways they could not have imagined. Through the ordinary, the day-to-day, the extraordinary is formed unpredictably and the genealogy of affect is manifest.
March 2012: A high school student was involved in a fatal car accident. She was not the fatality. She hit a pedestrian attempting to cross the highway in the dark. As I passed the scene I saw her, head in hands, sitting on the shoulder of the road, staring at the sheet-covered body. I contemplated the scope of affect in relation to those involved, including myself and the long line of cars creeping in a grisly procession past the scene. I considered the remarkable changes to life taking place, actively, in the moment; the presence of everything arriving at once, unfolding and potent. It was an intimate collision of histories, experience, choice, and happenstance, so remarkably unstable and messy. Looking at the two bodies, one living, one dead, I reflected on my own life and how easily we, as individuals, are created and recreated in a breath. The tendrils produced by such constant recreation generate remarkable, unknown results. Tendrils, moving outward, extending, into communities and individual lives to create change, putting into motion a grand evolution of landscape.
And landscapes are different, because situations and encounters are different. No two are ever produced identical, nor can they be reproduced the same. Affects are at work within the abstract nothingness that fills spaces between events; the things that make up real life, disorganized and elusive. Influence is collected, stored, processed and released anew as something else.
You can be better than a moment ago…
Affect tears apart the fabric of time, space, and death to reveal the fluidly unpredictable and powerful. In fact, we are objects interacting with other objects, animate and inanimate, generating constant states of becoming something. Statistics are therefore confined to averages, because affect says nothing is predictable. And affect is absolutely correct…