saying it set it in place

In school I learned about electrons, protons, and neutrons. The pieces that make up an atom. A named attraction pulls these pieces together. The same attraction pulls atoms together on our planet Earth, throughout our Solar System, and out out out over in galaxies on the other side of the Universe. It is a constant. It is a boundary. It has been set in place. The words of the British astrophysicist Paul Davies tell me how important that particular attraction is in the scheme of things. 

In his book Superforce (1982) Davies talked about four constants. He concluded that all that exists is made possible by way of these four constants. His words are like poetry to me. The closest vision I have to the known universe is at my feet. Asphalt, embedded gravel, and the particulate that is revealed by deterioration on a sidewalk or a street.

"Without gravity, not only would there be no galaxies, stars, or planets, but the universe could not have even come into being, for the very notion of the expanding universe, and the big bang as the origin of space time, is rooted in gravity.  Without electromagnetism there would be no atoms, no chemistry or biology and no heat or light from the sun.If there were no strong nuclear force then nuclei could not exist, and so again there would be no atoms or molecules, no chemistry or biology, nor would the sun and stars be able to generate heat and light from nuclear energy. Even the weak force plays a crucial role in shaping the universe. If it did not exist, the nuclear reactions in the sun and stars could not proceed, and supernovae would probably not occur, and the vital life-giving heavy elements would therefore be unable to permeate the universe. Life might be impossible. When we remember that these four very different types of force, each one vital for generating the complex structures that make our universe so active and interesting, all derive from a single, simple superforce, the ingenuity of it all literally boggles the mind."         

(Paul Davies, Superforce, 1982)

In Judeo-Christian literature I have found this same view regarding boundaries. The poet credited a Maker for giving commands to the elements. Water fled at the sound of a Voice. The orbits of the sun and moon were drawn to circle the earth, and in this way help human beings keep track of time.

"You are clothed with majesty and intensity, You cover yourself with light. You spread out the universe like a tent and built your home on the waters above.

You placed the ocean over the earth like a robe, and the water covered the mountains. When you rebuked the waters, they fled; the waters rushed away when they heard your shout of command.The waters flowed over the mountains and into the valleys, to the place you had made for them.You set a boundary they can never pass, to keep them from covering the earth again. 

You created the moon to mark the months,the sun knows the time to set.Your constant love reaches the farthest reaches of space.Your faithfulness touches the atmosphere above. "
zig zig.  Song of David   

Opus 104 lines 1-3, 6-9, 19 and Opus 108  line 4   

1000 BC

An author of Hebrew descent described the constants of the universe as being thrust into compliance by a verbal order. (Hebrews 1:1-3) The words of a personal super-entity regulated every living system, right down to the atoms, and pieces even smaller. I think about that text like poetry, something to take my mind deep into thought. How the smallest of small, the proteins, how they assemble molecular structures as if by following written instructions. That is how biologist Michael Behe talked about molecular machines in the cell.  

Biochemist Michael Denton did not point to an entity or a maker, but his text convinced me that a simple protein molecule was capable of carrying multiple tasks, in ways much like the technologies human beings have coded, multiplied several times over. My eyes glaze over from the wonder of Denton's descriptions. I think about a voice giving instruction to proteins and the thrust to comply. Denton's writing gave credit to an entity none could match, one without a name, one with no foot print, but one which dumbfounded me, amazed me, wowed me, blew me away.

“We would see that nearly every feature of our own advanced machines had its analogue in the cell: artificial languages and their decoding systems, memory banks for information storage and retrieval, elegant control systems regulating the automated assembly of parts and components, error fail-safe and proof-reading devices utilized for quality control, assembly processes involving the principle of prefabrication and modular construction. In fact, so deep would be the feeling of deja-vu, so persuasive the analogy, that much of the terminology we would use to describe this fascinating molecular reality would be borrowed from the world of late twentieth-century technology” (Evolution: A Theory in Crisis, 1986, pp. 328, 329

 

 Out of nothing. The idea that all that is substance, and the incredibly small or beyond our ability to detect it with our instruments, all of that -- it came out of nothing. Once it did not exist. Then Time and Space and dimensions and worlds and entropy and dark matter BECAME.

A way of thinking, faith, can be had and held. Hope comes out of it. The certainty of things we cannot see. That people in ancient times were able to know God's approval. This way helps us to understand that the universe was thrust into compliance by the command of God, so that what can be detected by human beings and their instruments was made out of the absence of all things.  (Hebrews 11:1-3)              

"Contemplating the Rhythms and Boundaries That Your Voice Sets for Sub-Atomic Particles, While I Stand on the Sidewalk and Look Down at the Asphalt on My Way to School" by Karl Marxhausen
 





(courtesy of http://karl-marxhausen.blogspot.com/2008/11/karl-marxhausen-being-led-elsewhere.html, accessed April 28, 2017) 

HERE CORE

 

physicist on embryogenesis

  "Among the many scientific puzzles posed by living organisms, perhaps the toughest concerns the origin of form. Put simply, the problem is this. How is a disorganized collection of molecules assembled into a coherent whole that constitutes a living organism, with all the right bits in the right places? The creation of biological forms is known as morphogenesis, and despite decades of study it is a subject still shrouded in mystery."

   "The enigma is at its most striking in the seemingly miraculous development of the embryo from a single fertilized cell into a more or less independent living entity of fantastic complexity, in which many cells have become specialized to form parts of nerves, liver, bone, etc. It is a process that is somehow supervised to an astonishing level of detail and accuracy in both space and time."

    "In studying the development of the embryo it is hard to resist the impression that there exists somewhere a blueprint, or plan of assembly, carrying the instructions needed to achieve the finished form. In some as yet poorly understood way the growth of the organism is tightly constrained to conform to this plan. There is thus a strong element of teleogy involved. It seems as if the growing organism is being directed towards its final state by some sort of global supervising agency. This sense of destiny has led biologists to use the term 'fate map' to describe the seemingly planned unfolding of the developing embryo." (pp.102, 103)

Paul Davies, physicist, The Cosmic Blueprint 1987 

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The Wonder Of Cell Division by Karl Marxhausen, mixed media on board, 40 by 40 inches, All Souls Gallery, 4501 Walnut, Kansas City, MO. Nov 6 to Dec 2, 2011

Karl Marxhausen - Being Led Elsewhere - Part One (Art Talk series)

On Saturday morning, November 22nd I gave a two part presentation for the Art Talk series. Part 1 was about works that have led my mind elsewhere. Part 2 was about working out the details. Showing a documentary making the 37 foot Carrollton mural, Land Of Opportunity, that I painted in 1997, and the kind of research that went into that endeavor. After the movie, guest artist Daniel Griffith from De Witt shared sculptures he had made ...(see subsequent postings)

It was important for the audience to view the works in silence. I believe the art did speak. After a period of silence for each work -- I shared a few points. While working on landscapes in 2005, I also did a body of work with one thing in common.....

Brother Obermuller 20 x 16 (private collection)

Open 26 x 11.5 on panel

Ask 24 x 24 on panel

Mother And Daughter in Samarkand 20 x 16 on canvas



My Mother 28 x 22 on panel



Mystery 11.25 x 25.5 on frame

Brushstrokes brought me close to sisters and brothers, mothers and fathers, some of which, have lost relatives because of their love for him.

The pavement I walked on the way to work reminded me of the particles scientists say our atoms are composed of. On a rainy day the tiny grains reminded me of an IMAX movie going down into infinity. The galactic particulate I saw in the cement sidewalk led me to experiment with sand in 2000. The grit helped create the suspended particles I wanted. In the end I had an intense vortex spinning in space. I thought about the words of one who holds all things in place by the power of his voice. The one who loved me. I named that piece At His Command 44 x 31.5 inches on panel. When I study its textures I am reminded of the one my family across the sea is in love with.

Contemplating the Rhythm and Boundaries That Your Voice Sets For Sub-Atomic Particles While I Stand On The Sidewalk And Look Down At The Asphalt On My Way To School 28 x 46 inches on panel

The "floating ice cube" pattern I began with (below) transformed into a veiled figure in light when it dried. As an author wrote, "you are surrounded by unapproachable light." It was works like these that fell into another category. Not landscape, not figurative, where acrylic paint and texture were joined. Works formed by process with experimentation in mind, and upon completion, became something more, that directed my attention past the materials to him.

The words of physicist Paul Davies reminded me,"Without gravity, not only would there be no galaxies, stars, or planets, but the universe could not have even come into being, for the very notion of the expanding universe, and the big bang as the origin of space time, is rooted in gravity. Without electromagnetism there would be no atoms, no chemistry or biology and no heat or light from the sun. If there were no strong nuclear force then nuclei could not exist, and so again there would be no atoms or molecules, no chemistry or biology, nor would the sun and stars be able to generate heat and light from nuclear energy. Even the weak force plays a crucial role in shaping the universe. If it did not exist, the nuclear reactions in the sun and starts could not proceed, and supernovae would probably not occur, and the vital life-giving heavy elements would therefore be unable to permeate the universe. Life might be impossible. When we remember that these four very different types of force, each one vital for generating the complex structures that make our universe so active and interesting, all derive from a single, simple superforce, the ingenuity of it all literally boggles the mind." (Superforce, 1982)

I invited a young volunteer to come up and investigate the materials I used. The student told the audience it "was made of rock."

In his book Nature's Destiny, 1998 microbiologist Michael Denton said the properties of water on Earth were such that micro organisms and single-celled creatures could move about freely. If the viscosity were even slightly heavier cellular life would not be able to function like it did. It was these constraints, these boundaries, these precise dynamics that fascinated me. Leon A. Housman wrote about these minute creatures in his Essentials of Zoology (1963), "they pursue and capture food or sit still and reach out

to capture it, they ingest it; they digest it; they eliminate liquid wastes from the body; they respire; they produce energy; they grow; they reproduce their kind. They go where they want to go, they retreat from where they don't want to be, or they just stay still. Some scholars say they seem to exercise choice, will, judgment, memory; others that they merely react mechanically to stimuli."

Think about it...the universe is a big place...no, that's too big, let's just think about planet Earth...no, let's just think about Carrollton...ok, let's just think about this room, that would be a lot easier...Ok...so things are set in motion, over how many years...forces are in place...things are put just so...and water is made just right...for this season on Earth...to ensure that these fragile creatures have being. Have you looked at cellular biology recently? It's just amazing...I think about ALL THIS and can't help but think about him.



Above, from left to right, are four stages of an amoeba surrounding and digesting its prey. At 37 1/2 by 94 3/4 inches, Care For An Amoeba, needed to be on a lightweight backing. Indoor paneling was my solution in 2002.

After her thorough inspection, this volunteer concluded the piece (below) was made of aggregate, white gravel, and an asphalt-like substance on wood.

During preceding week, visitors to the library cast their own guesses what this 6 x 12 inch panel was covered with.

"Rice Krispies on Gypsum Wall Board"

(Evelyn Robertson)

"Peanuts that have been crushed"

(Sue Lightfoot)

"Gravel + Acrylic Paint"

(D. Belcher)

"House winter shutter with

flooring painted scene on"

(Bettie Sawatzky)

"Aquarium Rocks"

(Viola Fisk)

"Red Cinnamon Valentine's Day Candy"

(Gaylyn)

"Looks like aquarium gravel

and acrylic paint."

(Steph)

"Lava rocks or gravel with red and yellow paint."

(Savanna Lightfoot and Mollie Bingham)

"Crushed teeth."

(Loralu Sherman

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The answer is acrylic paint on

crushed oyster shells

(used by farmers for chicken feed)

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Volunteers took similiar experimental panels around for all to see.

Consciousness is a mystery. Biochemist Stuart Kaufman asked how inorganic molecules could organize themselves into organisms with conscience? Physicist Paul Davies asked how it is that we can process complex information? Analytical physicist John C. Polkinghorne put the phenomena in perspective when he called our race the thinking reed. How was it that that we can built instruments that detect complexity in the natural order? Neuroscientist Patricia Churchland stated that research has failed to explain how the brain does what it does. These findings directed my thoughts elsewhere.

This piece began like any other. I found a neural pattern in a book, and drew it on a panel. I glued crushed oyster shells on that pattern. Thinking back on the process, the most exciting moments came when I poured clear glue over the shells and dribbling paint on top of that. The lighter paint formed intricate rivulets I could not do by hand (see below) The way the paint broke apart, the swirls, the way it dried. That took away my breath.

I called it Wired To Hear Your Voice (40 3/4 x 64 inches).The one who makes it possible for water to be the right viscosity for amoebas, has made it possible for Homo sapiens to interface with himself. My consciousness can know his thoughts and neurologically experience his embrace.To me, it is MORE breaking in.

a viewer in the audience spoke up: prisilla: When I first saw that orange piece, it was the one I was least comfortable with. But as you have talked about the process in conceiving the work, it means a lot more to me now. You see, I have Parkinson's Disease, and have been having my own struggles....

More about this one here.

More about collages here.

When I began working on this idea I thought it was about someone younger than me. Soon after, I became convinced it was my own portrait. I do not have orange hair or nose rings, but this one phrase beat in my heart of hearts. "You love this porcupine, I am yours and you are mine." There have been issues in my life. Attitudes I was not proud of, that pushed others away from me. My own kind of piercings. Looking back, that painting was all about him - the One I gazed upon, the One I surrendered to, the One who called me lovely, the One who brought me into his presence with joy inspite of my issues, my words and actions, and a whole slew of reasons. Thus the title. "You embrace me...how can you?" That was me at my core, whether as an artist or as a human being. Everthing else flowed out from that.

When I finished the Carrollton mural I had that same sense. There was more going on than my eyes could see. That mural was all about outsiders who came here to build and plant. Our future was about outsiders who would continue come here to build and plant. There was a yearning and a hunger for more, and a request for openness to the one who broke in to hearts and minds, and breathed a fresh fragrance of welcome on the deepest parts of our city. The one who loved the porcupine loved the citizens of Carrollton.

The location at Virgina and Washington was significant. It was Washington Street that used to be saloonville in the early years. People have recounted to me how that what not the part of town you would want to walk through on the way home from school. In hindsight, it was interesting to see three new businesses move in, and see the property value go up, after the mural was completed.