Sometimes the art may arise unbidden from an unconscious quest question that arises from the seventh dimension or the fifth octave of our multidimensional existence. The question a breathing being of its exhaling its own universes, visitors and dwellers.
A play of consciousness that pervades every masterpiece of inbreath & outbreath, every interstitial realm, every parallel universe within parallel universe, fractally holographically multiversally limitless infinity. Questions that unfurl of their own without prodding like:
Don't necessarily look for hyperspace art at your uptown museum. That art tends towards the retrospective.
Hyperspace art may show up in the guise of the graffiti artist, the street performer, the acrobat clown, the fractal equations playing with the astrophysicist, the bedtime story you're telling your child that morphs in the telling, the unusual conversation about the cosmic Egg, unicorns, simultaneous timelines, aborginal songlines you're engaged in the initial 3.33 minutes with the seeming stranger at the bank checkout line.
You never know. But on the other hand you know when you feel it.
You know because you are this multithreaded existence. You have been there in your imagination. A sense of deja vu so refined it is as ethereal as a griffin feather's touch. So subtle that you aren't sure if you are officially awake or merely dreaming this art into existence on the spot. You known this from the 'tween terras of sleeping dreams. And in the haunting dragon wind that flashes sweeps reverberates up and down your spine.
"We should be wondering tonight, "Is there a world?" But I could go and talk on 5, 10, 20 minutes about is there a world, because there is really no world, cause sometimes I'm walkin’ on the ground and I see right through the ground. And there is no world. And you'll find out." - Jack Kerouac (soul kin, a pioneer to the counterculture of the sixties and muse to many hyperspace revelers)
Here graphic novelist meets visionary comic strip:
"Quoting again Patrick Farley's visionary future [Electric Sheep Comic's Chrysalis Colossus, or, An Illustrated Blue Unicorn Travelogue], "Could you or I believe how fantastically wealthy they all became?" we can now see what this might mean. When wealth is separate from accumulation but refers to a richness of relationships, each person's wealth makes everyone wealthier. Art, the creation of beauty, will no longer be limited by what we can afford, for money will be art's ally not its enemy." - Charles Eisenstein, The Ascent of Humanity (from Chapter 7, The Age of Reunion)
Consider treating yourself to a vortical excursion of your 360 degree spherical life. Unhinge from linear time and travel into your present future through the fiction of the graphic storyteller (they call themselves comic strip) recommended above: the Chrysalis Colossus.
said the Caterpillar,
"is there really such a thing as a 'trivial occurrence' at all?"
- Chrysalis Colossus, by Electric Sheep (my favorite line)
p.s. "If a librarian isn't sure where to shelve a book, that may be because the material is interstitial in some way, not fitting comfortably into a single, conventional literary category." More hyperspace art is coming. In the very near future, and it will absolutely shatter attempts at single, linear, conventional categories. Boundless as outer space, through the art you won't be tethered to comfortable, single, conventional categories either.
Instead of discrete fits and starts, digital 0's and 1's, on and offs, Boolean true and false - duality's offspring glides in one fluid fluxing symphony of electric hues and magnetic glyphs. Occupying many categories simultaneously they'll totally flabbergast librarians and curators. (The word category ceases to have meaning.)
p.p.s. No coincidence some of these artists were labelled ADD as kids: hyperactive, impulsive, inattentive quite often equates to hyperdimensional, spontaneous, nonlinear. Hyperspace art is quite ADD. Ritalin and other restraints are akin to the librarian's quandry, How do we shelve this confounding interstitial book conventionally comfortably in a single category on the shelf? Answer: It's not the book; the Dewey Decimel System ain't gonna work anymore, Alice. Consider this: take a second look at these kids not as defective, but as perfectly conceived for the age and time they are born into.
Art: A frame from Chrysalis Colossus, by Electric Sheep Comics artist Patrick Farley; glasswing butterfly photo via Splendid Pictures Around the Net (more transparent butterflies photographs there)...symbolically, as our own sense of transparency deepens, lightens, after the larval stage, and space pervades within and without, we 'bleed' more apparently into hyperdimensions.