“Are you willing to be sponged out, erased, cancelled, made nothing… dipped into oblivion? If not, you will never really change?”
– D.H. LAWRENCE
:VOICES OF THE FIRST DAY: There is an interim between the end of a seed’s dormancy and the moment when the seedling bursts into the light. Swallowed by the darkness of the earth‟s womb, the reawakening seed begins to absorb water and gradually rehydrate each of its cells, one by one. Moistened by the blood of sorrow of our degenerating age, the seed swells, cracking the surface above as it splits apart. The swelling of the seed of archaic awareness became evident in the developed world during the 1960’s, when the moral and philosophical fabric of our social structure cracked. The tender first shoots of this seedling are soon to appear. The innovative forms resulting from inspirations, aspirations, and experiments of a new age remain covered with the subsoil of a monolithic civilization engrossed in its own destruction.
The split seed may require more time to establish its developing roots before it can burst into the light. As the roots grow, the plumule, or the tender head of unborn foliage, is curled downward in the fetal position, while the bent stem forms a loop. The neck of the stem pushes its way upward through the soil, pulling up the all-important plumule behind it. Archaic consciousness – the seed of human origins – nonetheless continues to press for re-emergence with the ground beneath us. The seed like the sun, is a universal symbol of growth, death, dormancy, and inevitable rebirth.