Each significance of that sand, each mineral flake of that night filled mountain, in itself forms a world, a monochrome world.
— Though it may seem odd, Sisyphus is happy.
All Sisyphus’ silent joy is contained therein.
His fate belongs to him.
His rock is a thing.
The rock is still rolling. The sand is still moving.
The world where we dream and we dream about to create our own world that refers to the Sisyphean universe for ourselves. A world that is neither sterile nor futile. This Series is kind of a walk-through journal where these urge us to paraphrase Albert Camus’ essay about the myth of Sisyphus and use Camus’ phrases as literary fragments to form a new meaning. Ultimate goal: “an ideal depiction of the moving reality where we live and exist and we lost…”
The central concern of The Myth of Sisyphus is what Camus calls “the absurd.” Camus claims that there is a fundamental conflict between what we want from the universe (whether it be meaning, order, or reasons) and what we find in the universe (formless chaos). We will never find in life itself the meaning that we want to find. Either we will discover that meaning through a leap of faith, by placing our hopes in a God beyond this world, or we will conclude that life is meaningless. Camus opens the essay by asking if this latter conclusion that life is meaningless necessarily leads one to commit suicide. If life has no meaning, does that mean life is not worth living? If that were the case, we would have no option but to make a leap of faith or to commit suicide, says Camus. Camus is interested in pursuing a third possibility: that we can accept and live in a world devoid of meaning or purpose by Dreaming. Here Albert Camus is a character who creates the metaphor of living and dreaming like a layered way.
The photographs in the series ‘Resistance’ are created through a process that embraces indexicality with metaphor. The work describes about the skin of dream where we can not bothered by anyone around us, where we don’t need to explain others why we’re dreaming about these things. Sisyphus was unstoppable so our dream was. We can’t stop our dreams. We built our dreams in such a way that we live those in different way they come in night and gone like synthetic metaphor. Those dreams sometimes create such impressions on us where we don’t think thus stories but our subconscious mind that take away by his own. Our unspoken dreams works in other hand like they are also living with us and they are like all modern day Sisyphus. They never failed to dream.