Dualities

This image was taken with infrared film that I was experimenting with when I was in school. It was part of a project that explored Greek mythology and incorporated it with things I was dealing with at the time. There are a lot of dualities that I find in my work as a recurrent theme, that leads me to believe that I have always been leaning towards a world where two things meet and make sense together. wether it is a relationship between two people, or even two different philosophies that can meet half way and form a new one. Or simply two plants that are growing from the same ground, under the same circumstances, influencing each other and yet come out to adapt very differently. different lengths, difference shapes, different ides. 

I sometimes do believe that paradoxes can coexist and still make sense. to me a concrete world lies right next to an abstract one and separated by something liquid like water. Water can take the shape of both the glass its being held in and the air pressure blowing at it. and to us? thats what were left with. being constantly ping ponged between those two surfaces and taking different shapes, different forms, growing up.... having different ideas that even as a kid one would start developing  a view on what reality is. Maybe we grow up because we assume that age has something to do with our understanding of these surfaces or the world. and maybe we believe that the longer time one has spent on a subject the closer they are to its meaning. yet we can be wrong. we can all be going further and further. And just maybe our most simple truths were the times spent as a duality, as a contradiction. was I one person in my mothers belly? was I two people? Was I her once for a few months till I was flushed into uncertainty? Maybe truths only come as that. as two things combined that creates a paradox. Maybe love and our common urge to seek it and attain it is simply finding that truth we once had. For 6, 7, 8, 9 months you give and take whichever. for that period we were certain. No need of vocabulary, of metaphors to express ourselves. all we needed to do to express feelings it to have more of them. ..... and maybe I'm just dreaming out loud...