Objects without gravity live in space, or the dream of space in the mind. Haven’t we all wanted to float free of limits. Move through a medium like fish or finches? In art I have tried not to let gravity interfere with my perception. Simone Weil wrote a book called GRAVITY AND GRACE. Gravity holds us down. Grace is buoyant. Angels can fly because, they take themselves lightly.
The neurons firing in a brain resemble lightning firing in a storm. Storms think and minds rain in a preamble to growth. Living in New Mexico I take delight in being in one of the most spectacular places in the nation for thunderstorms; where more people per-capita are struck by lightning than anywhere else in the country. I find this encouraging somehow. In this detail from The Ordinary divine all hell is breaking loose, ionizing the air and making everything more acutely alive. Kant said in, AESTHETIC JUDGEMENTS;
“Storms and the like when assured of our safety, are our attempts to gain access to fear.”