Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world? (P. Neruda)
1. The self is already collective.
Art is a social practice, the space between otherness and connection.
Who is my neighbor?
For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me. Matthew 25: 42-43
My life is wrapped up in the least of these.
Will you enter in?
Will you be passersby?
Will you walk alongside?
Will you let yourself be carried?
Remember:
Melissa, from the trees beneath the trees
The smile from the man crossing the street (you are not invisible)
Sitting quietly next to Megan
Listening to Mom talk about her quilts
"... you and me both involved. We (with a capital W sometimes include(s), other times exclude(s) me." (Trinh T. Minh-ha)
2. We are authors of our own lives.
Art: experience is interpreted.
Forms, signs, objects, and actions produce relationships, create subjectivity.
One day the stories inside us will become a public resistance that will remake the world.
3. Place: City
Seek the peace and prosperity of the city to which I have carried you into exile. Jeremiah 29:7
And when you change the landscape is it with bare hands or with gloves (P. Neruda)
1 comment:
No need to worry about how to blog. If you contribute you have blogged.
If I understand what I read from your manifesto, I sense a connection to the people whom you have experienced in life. I don't know that you are interpreting your experience; rather I think what you experience it is what it really is and we can all have confidence in that; we can know it is real and valid.
I believe that my life has meaning based on my interactions with those whom are important to me and those with whom I am connected with indirectly through service or other acts. My wife, my kids, my friends, etc. Not always good, not always bad but a blending of it all. This is the value I find in life; this is the reason I have to wake up and try one more day.
When speaking of art, I do believe we speak of interpretation. Art speaks to our life experiences. As humans we love to find purpose and patterns in nature. This is why art can be so sublime. It can take us in a heartbeat through a million fond memories or painstakingly slowly through a tragedy.
Thanks for sharing.
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