#impossible figure

Today I worked further on that drawing.

I started it approximately 9 years ago and continued it just ~2 months ago.

Into the (im)possible

featuring an impossible triangle and a klein bottle, a non-orientable surface in which, if you go inside of it you’re outside of it as well...

© Dywiann Xyara 2019

"お菓子をくれなきゃイタズラするぞ、

サイコ野郎 =

Trick or treat, Psycho"

I’m listening to your tone. Fading to one’s own existence my miserable brain tries to make the incomprehensible comprehensible. You are a riddle, my very personal Theory of Everything, the mystery which binds me more than the thought of the best hypothesis to explain you, because you are unapproachable.

Every analogy to describe you fails to express your true complexity. Perhaps you are only – and I dare to say “only” – an analogy of recursive analogies, a loop opening into itself, that provides consciousness here and there.

I hear you in each of my thoughts, see you in everything that is in front of me, recognize you in all your variations, because you are diversity. You are God. You are chaos, you are life. And I would give everything to understand you.

But this would probably only end in fatal inception; I see it coming; Because no human of this or another time can ever fathom the unfathomable. Perhaps it’s indeed a fact that I will never comprehend you.

But do facts still exist if they have fractions bearing inside themselves? …if they themselves are not fundemental building blocks as well as the metaphorically decaying, zero-dimensional point particles.

Who are you? Who am I? I am the universe, and you are me! I am the fact, you the analogy, but in the upshot we are one in perfection.

Analogy is fact, and fact is analogy; Isn’t this simply complicated?

Equality of unequal sides proves to be paradoxical at first sight. But this holistic thought shows that reductionism isn’t far away too.

Two-dimensional images of three-dimensional objects show up quickly in the dazzing nature of light.

Thus nothingness is indeed the foundation of everything and the world only a single projection of twisted loops, mirrored, knotted, twisted in the ocean of spatio-temporal paradoxes.

I’m an analogy, of an analogy, self-reference characterizes me. I’m full, so I’m empty at the same time, the sheet that fills itself, the black hole of my self, a closed causality that’s never fully closed; The perfused fractal!

You will never know who I am, yet you know it already since the beginning of your time. Because I am you, and you are me.