I want to be very clear about the purpose of this project, Metapsychosis, as I see it.
In my experience, creation, the true artistic process—whether that involves writing, filmmaking, or design; parenting, farming, or working with people; or any other activity that brings forth something new and valuable into the world—is a demanding discipline with extreme challenges and mind-blowing rewards.
Creativity is not just nice thing you get an MFA in: it’s a path of radical self-transformation that simultaneously acts (radically) on the world. Wittgenstein said that the aesthetic is the ethical, and I fully believe this is true.
My experience writing and performing this video (which represents the culmination of a long gestational process) was a like a rift in spacetime. An event. It was utterly painful, yet beautifully ecstatic. The closest thing my mind can think to compare it to is childbirth. (Though obviously, they’re different.)
But I didn’t go through with a whole spiritual and artistic pregnancy just for kicks. I wanted something to happen. I wanted to send a signal into deep space, hoping for return communication from alien (yet deeply intimate) minds. Then I wanted to be able to coordinate meaningfully with those minds on larger goals.
That’s why I tried to put as much signal strength into the transmission as I could. I felt it was important to break out of a noisy, neurotypical bandwidth, into a clearer, more intentional frequency range. I wanted to make Contact.
Whether I’ve succeeded is an open question. But there was only one way to find out.
So: Are you there? Do you feel me?
What are your coordinates?
Though I may not know you personally, I know I recorded this for you.
Hello hello?! Do you hear me? It’s lonely here in space.