15/06/2026
Imagining God — the life force holding it all up, right now.
Imagine holding a glass in your hand. It doesn’t stay upright by the momentum of some distant big bang. It is held, moment by moment, in existence. Something is actively sustaining it — and everything else — in being. Not a starter that wound the clock long ago, but the continuous, present cause that keeps reality from collapsing back into nothing.
I’m imagining it’s God.
Not a distant architect, but the living ground of every instant.
Kevin Westenberg’s Soundgarden, Japan. The band mid-explosion — the instrument raised like a weapon, the body dissolved into its own motion, blurred past the edge of itself. Life at full throttle. And yet the frenzy doesn’t sustain itself. The motion, the sound, the surge, the very atoms of the man and his instrument — all of it is held in existence, right now.
I’m imagining it’s God — the cause beneath the noise.
Jacob Aue Sobol’s Sabine, folded into the Greenland storm. A figure reduced almost to an animal, curled low against the ice. Existence at its most fragile — and none of it self-generated. The cold that should end her, the body that keeps moving, the storm itself: all held in being by the same cause.
I’m imagining it’s God — the cause that lets even this hold.
Neeltje de Vries — eyes closed, arms folded around her own face. Stillness instead of motion, the body at rest rather than at its limit. But rest isn’t self-sufficient either. The life under the skin, the light on it, the bare capacity to feel and to be seen — none of it floats on its own. This too is held.
I’m imagining it’s God — the same cause, no less present in the quiet than in the storm.
Anthon Maxus / MAXUS101
“Imagining God”
June 12th -August 14th.
