Work slowed down this week so I could reflect on what I have done and will do. This means of course that there have been less energetic waves of action but a silent lake allows one to understand the full effect of a single dropped stone. (what is the stone in this case? I'm not sure. I just wanted to complete the image)
This Grant and group critiques are like a rainstorm catching the traveler on the pilgrimage. Forcing you to seek shelter from an empty structure and spend time meditating.
...I was planning on talking about artists like Yoshitaka Amano and Yoji Shinkawa this week. About Ashley Wood and world war robot. Amano and Shinkawa being two artists I am once again intently observing due to the materials I currently explore... But that's not the important thing of this week..
I've said this week that my project is about taking the participant on a journey through something. And that will remain true..But to walk without reason is wandering. To plan every step is tourism..
I think I don't have a good reason why someone should take this journey. The grant has gotten to be a sticky issue as I continue to work on it. How do I ask for money when I cannot really speak towards the importance of it?
I believe I touched on a important distinction this week when contemplating Maureen's desire to enshrine meaningful moments people have with certain fabrics. I saw the quilt she envisioned as the container. The binding of a memory book. Her role was to create the framework to capture and expose these individual moments in a unique fashion. The quilt is not the work itself but the canvas holding anothers expressionistic oils... I believe that the journey I promote may be a similar structure. A device that will allow me to rest some thought or desire upon. I feel that I have been building a scaffolding of bamboo around an empty shell. Scaffolding has it purpose and everything I have worked on so far will carry me to the end. But now its time to sit down and contemplate what it is I am building towards. What direction I should travel.. Even if I am simply walking towards the warmth of a distant fire it is a direction of intent.
I don't know if I am using the proper language to explain my thoughts on this matter. I was accused not so long ago by a friend that I wrap myself in metaphors and make strange/clouded arguments by doing so. This blog post really is to just continue my personal reflection on what road to take next.
I hopefully will be able to arrange a small but intended journey for next weeks critiques.
I also feel a desire to write some fragmented poems or moments to complement it.
(A clouded head is a wonderful puzzle. You can squeeze and grasp the edges of the aether before you, but the golden center with its crystalline glow still denies you the nirvana that drives your thoughts pursuit. pressing hands into something weighted yet yielding so you may touch enlightenment.)
((needs a rewrite but that image might be something. but really now don't get food poison cause its not as glamorous as I make it out to be. I haven't painted a clear picture here and instead have used only the ghost of a watercolor frame))
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