Wangechi Mutu Quotes

Our brains are like bonsai trees, growing around our private versions of reality.

What's real? What's not? That's what I do in my act, test how other people deal with reality.

Everybody's always living in fiction just as much as children, but the way our stories are faked is curtailed by all sorts of narratives we take into our own lives about what are the true narratives and what's not.

People say they make movies to show what 'really happens.' But they only show what they choose to show.

Overall, looking at the stories [Black Mirror], almost every story we've ever done is concerned with authenticity or reality in some way.

It's funny how humans can wrap their mind around things and fit them into their version of reality.

I grasp reality, but sometimes I like to choke it into submission.

The sense impressions of one-celled animals are not edited for the brain. This is philosophically interesting in a rather mournful way, since it means that only the simplest animals perceive the universe as it is.

How was I supposed to know what's real and what's not? It feels like I'm the only one who doesn't know the difference.

They said, 'You have a blue guitar, / You do not play things as they are.' / The man replied, 'Things as they are / Are changed upon the blue guitar.'

Reality is what we want it to be or what we do not want it to be, but it is not our wanting or our not wanting that makes it so.

In politics, manipulating reality can take presidence over finding reality.

You have to use fantasy to show different sides to reality. That's how it can bend.

Consensus reality seemed like a dull, dead-end street compared to the intense, mutable reality of visions or whatever they were - neurological misfires. I expected life to be full of sudden, inexplicable surprises. When these things didn't happen for a while, life seemed dull and painful.

Facts and truth really don't have much to do with each other.

No doubt the world is entirely an imaginary world, but it is only once removed from the true world.

Reality has come to seem more and more like what we are shown by cameras.

Certain mystes aver that the real world has been constructed by the human mind, since our ways are governed by the artificial categories into which we place essentially undifferentiated things, things weaker than our words for them. We believe we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges.

There is the strange power we have of changing facts by the force of the imagination.

If we agree that the world is not what it seems, then we have an important question: What shall we do about it?

Why all these signs around us that make me doubt language and submerge me in meanings, drowning reality instead of extracting it from the imaginary?

Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative.

In some way there is no real life. It's always the story of your life that you're living.

Reality is a question of perspective.

The inability to correctly perceive reality is often responsible for humans' insane behavior. And every time they substitute an all-purpose, sloppy slang word for the words that would accurately describe an emotion or a situation, it lowers their reality orientations, pushes them farther from shore, out onto the foggy waters of alienation and confusion.