It certainly offers a different interpretation of virtual reality.
The mind believes what it sees is real, and the universe creates it.
When we talk about the universe, the semantics are, of course, very open-ended, very synonymous; for some, it’s another name for God, for others, a scientific formula, for some, it’s encoded with our alternate selves in parallel universes, while for others, it’s associated with enlightened masters—our past. Whatever the universe is, it certainly has a style for all of us.
Where do art and the artist fit into this?
For the artist, the universe begins with the deceptive nature of the eye. Here, art manipulates not only objects but also concepts.
And perhaps this is precisely where it comes into play: It doesn’t create reality, but produces something resembling it. Sometimes a more convincing version, sometimes the expression of the very phenomenon it abhors within, with its repulsive reality. We might equate a cocoon with a womb, a web with memory, a silhouette with identity.
Reality, in this context, is only as deep as the deception the image presents. Perhaps it’s just perception engineering.