The Standard Model of Transmutation

Jul 12

⚠️This is how Grace design a dream in R.E.M to solve her own life situations:

Transmutation is not transformation.

Transformation= is what people say when they buy new sofas and call it healing the aura of the space.

Transmutation= is a symbolic decapitation with better intentions.

It begins in a room, soft enough to confess anything. The body remains seated, polite, almost sculptural. Hands folded. Spine upright, lifting authority of course. Nervous system has not only be removed from the head, it has allowed painting returns to its rightful position on Earth. On the floor: the demigod’s head. Half lamb, half human. The ancient survival mechanism of being at service of all and none, almost prostitutional but with a PhD. The appetite for micro-managing people’s thoughts. The panic of being confronted by adjacent ideas. The stubborn little creature that kept chewing through every emotional wire and call it institutional positioning. Mjumm. We should schedule an interview with Sir Victor Vazquez to talk about his experiences of exchanging Art ideas with this pretentious lamb.

[α + ε + Ω]—This transmutation is exclusively calibrated for a:

INFJ — a nervous system with a cathedral built with the greatest acoustics on Earth.

Sage Archetype Female — meaning-seeker, pattern-hunter, philosophical overthinker with excellent posture.

Cancer Zodiac Sign— lunar limbic architecture, soft shell, hard wired memory, emotional tides with subpoena empowerment.

Married to Ophiuchus — the serpent-bearer, the unauthorized constellation, the one who handles poison and calls it medicine. Obviously suspicious. Arbitrarily necessary.

***Meaning tailored exclusively for Professor Grace Matos, BFA, San Juan, PR, 2017***

A. There are four neurological forces involved:

Prediction Error — the brain receives new evidence and says:“Unfortunately, the old story no longer explains the pain.”

Interoception — the body detects truth before the mouth can ruin it. A tightening in the chest. A stomach revolt. A silence with better data than language.

Synaptic Pruning — the nervous system erases obsolete pathways: old loyalties, inherited fear, romantic delusions, and that one attachment pattern wearing fake priest academical robes.

Neuroplasticity — the brain learns new routes through self-examination. Not because it is inspired, but because the previous routes were clearly built by a committee of colonized ghosts.

B. The specific of this decapitation at the context of my painting represents the outdated executive function:

It once believed it was in charge.

It named trauma “destiny.”

It named obsession “devotion.”

It named anxiety “research.”

Very academic. Very embarrassing as well.

But the body knows better.

The body is the archive.

The body is the laboratory.

The body is the last honest institution left standing after language commits fraud.

The lamb part carried instinct.

The human part carried narrative.

The demigod part carried the delusion of control.

So Grace cuts the head off.

Not violently.

Methodologically.

The act is not punishment.

It is cognitive restructuring with mythological consequences.

Why?

Because I dare, I can, and I have the spark.

[How about that?]

——— Interlude ———

By evening, the amygdala has stopped screaming at the 89313 chandelier.

Because:

“El Arte no es la excusa del Loco”—Professor RATA

Location: Fine Art Department Building

At an afternoon course meeting in 2016.

Grace mixing solvents while finding an Academic Solution:

The hippocampus begins reorganizing the memory files.

The prefrontal cortex returns from administrative leave.

The vagus nerve, dramatic as always, asks for tea, before the prices increase again…

…Then…

…after a deep meditation at the mental plane…

…Grace starts the post-AmeRican revolution lead by the possession of George Washington ghost itself, inside of her. (Because being extremely specific matters)

C. In a calming Sunday morning on Cancer Season, transmutation happens smoothly for Professor Grace Matos, BFA. She dares to prove the same neutrocartographic laws of physics every single time:

The self cannot be destroyed.

It can only be metabolized into symbols of boundaries, nervous-system repairs, Golden Hours, lamb venom, oil paint, and one disturbingly calm body seated beside the evidence of a “Place of Abundant Stones” to be thrown at “La Charca”.

This can be defined as a memo for nobody and any puertorrican who has suffered intentional and collateral damage by allowing “gracefully”—the invasion of species from Latinoamérica, Middle East and some other geographical regions looking for a USA green card shortcut in OUR island. These processes of trans-nationalisms, most of them happening under the table, has deteriorated and manipulated the geopolitical ecosystem of OUR archipelago— another kindly reminder that Puerto Rican native people are ready to become an independent Country, leave formula feeding behind, and start a successful campaign to build The New Atlantis after 530+ years of colonial occupation.

(but they don’t know that yet, right?)

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Anti-Thesis: Enti meo iustitiam praebui.

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Special Request

Dear Professors from University of Puerto Rico,

The following message focuses on the importance of finding reliable, effectives and sustainable economical solutions to restore our academical integrity as a Caribbean Institution. We used to be The Greatest University of Puerto Rico, or perhaps in the entire Caribbean region. However we have allowed success to blindly guide us into decay. I am in fact, configuring all this drama-data operatus—in the context of our current historical time “Postmodern Painting: Navigating the Anthropocene in the Age of Artificial Intelligence” (That’s actually the title for my MFA Thesis btw) because I am more than prepared for receiving a fellowship so I can finally go to Graduate School at any Ivy League university or relevant college institution. The regard in question would be: Which professor is willing to write 5 letters of recommendation for me?

Do you need me to PayPal you so we can actually be in business or do you need anything else from me to help support your “vocational practice”?

Unfortunately, as always, I will not agree to engage in any form of sexual intercourse or performance ritual as part of an exchange or arrangement, regardless of whether that may have been acceptable for you or other cathedratic members in your past interactions with other fellow colleagues.

That is not something I, Grace S. Matos García consent to or negotiate with.

You better put yourself together!

Best Regards,

Professor Grace S. Matos García.

Independent Art Researcher

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