Manifesto of a Solastalgic Artist

Solastalgia: A form of homesickness one gets when one is still at home.

_ Glenn Albrecht

Earth is a living body.

Artist is a translator.

The artist’s body is the first to converse with Earth’s body through the language of turbulence, making their ailments one and the same. This encrypted language is as old as the very first exhalation. It’s transmitted for the artist to receive, and decrypt.

Human communication aided by sounds, signs, and symbols has reached peak sophistication. It’s not enough. We continue to invent new devices to enhance our connectivity. We pick from a baroque abundance of tools to express ourselves.

Our mental space is occupied to capacity with the mirrored selves of others. Yet, our perception is confined to our own individual clamoring orbits. We recycle old stories onto freshly forged media, and yet we cycle away from their original intention. Our bedrock truths have begun to lose the anchors that hold their meaning…