Tinnitus

OoooooOOoo! AaaaaA-aaa! iiii & IIII endlessly over and over: This unassortment of noises is known as Tinnitus and it is not merely an audiological condition, it is our Curriculum Vitae, the noisy River Styx that our Life flows (and is drowning) in. Be it a rock concert or a traffic concert or any other disconcerting concert, the ears must sooner or later respond with their own from the depths of the cochleas. It would look something like this:

It must also be for sale on Saatchi Online, as I have to add to the visual noise of the world, where we walk with tinnitus ringing in our ears, bingbonging in our eyes and wailing in our souls. I don't do it in order to be seen. I am rather visible. The little problem is that everything is so delightfully visible, audible and so on, and to live and work in this chaos-beyond-chaos (disorder so great that one must take it for granted, even normal) is like selling paintings to the blinded and music for the deaf -- but most occupations seem to be this worthwile. I sometimes wonder if I'm to go on with my noise as counter-noise -- this is what draws me to Surrealism in the first place; it is just as illogical as the rest of the world, merely in a different way -- or if one should try to ignore it and serve visions of something different, something better, a world of greenery, laughter, dance and gentle sunshine and other sugary things. In both cases, it would add to the general noise. And noise causes tinnitus.