A Window to Reality
BelliranER
The following text does not explain the work.
It reflects what shaped it.
A Window to Reality reflects on a contemporary paradox: never before have we had so many ways to see the world, yet so many reasons to stop truly looking at the one already before us.
Inside a consciousness reshaped around comfort, attention settles upon the smaller, easier window — while life remains enormous, immediate, and quietly unfolding just beyond it. The exaggerated eye sockets become vast windows onto a living reality impossible to miss, yet the consciousness chooses the tiny, insignificant screen placed between them.
Even the anatomy of thought has surrendered its purpose to comfort. The brain, diminished through disuse, hangs above as little more than a household chandelier — no longer called upon to explore the world before it, but merely to illuminate the comfortable space from which that world is ignored.
The work does not question our ability to see, nor the technology through which we see. It asks something more intimate: when reality and its representation are both within sight, which one have we taught ourselves to notice?
He built himself a house of living comforts behind his eyes,
Life continued existing, yet he never realized
That somewhere above him, thoughts became little more than lighting,
While life beyond his comforts grew less inviting.
For why should he look outside at his dream life, a living scene,
When reality fits so neatly on a screen?