So I was thinking earlier today about how I want to affect the world around me. That is really what all of this is about, the writing, photography, web design, and now this blog……It is all because I am trying to get the message across. What is the message? Well that is the question. I have it somewhere inside of me and I can feel it well up like a great ball of energy in my belly sometimes and I get all excited and I just want to burst. But it is never complete, it is this searching, this wanting of knowledge. What kind of message is that?
Communication is the key, it is the matter of it all. It is the relationship between speaking and hearing. That thin line between thinking and manifestation, whether that manifestation is word (written or spoken) or visual or audio. The medium that it is projected onto is what turns me on. There is something to be said for letting it all out (as I am doing now) and not caring about the way it may be perceived, some great works of art are created in this matter. But there is another form of art that takes the viewer, the witness, the audience (and in this day and age the user) into consideration. There was once a passive time when art was viewed by only those that went out of their way to view it and nothing could be contributed by the neculatiour (the one that is not the artist). The art was in a nice frame of some kind and it stayed where it was and the neculatiour could observe and walk away, the end. But now it is different, things have changed. That frame is slowly comming off and the art is jumping right into our lives. Suddenly everying is all mixed up, and it is just a matter of opinion as to wether the neculatiour is now the artist or if the the artist is the audience or if the audience or the artist are the art itself.
My first real blog :-)
1 comment:
Yeah, I think that's what's missing mostly, that questioning attitude. It seems like people lose it as they get worn down by how often tough questions have lousy answers. In my world of enjoyment, interesting (curious, question-worthy) seems to be more a lasting hobby than exciting or sensual or whatever the moment affords. So I pursue questions. It's a schwag habit, I admit, but every now and then it turns up a gem. But interesting butts up against some really heady terrain that is only gonna be crossed organically. It's tough to make art as a politico or good guy or whatever. You feel (sometimes justifiably) that you're speaking out of ignorance or a too strict viewpoint. I have this notion of waiting until I'm like 40 to do much artistically, which is maybe a little extreme, but I know I'll have something more relevant to say then than I do now. So it's a quijibo. I want to have a place in the intellectual discussion, but in your twenties the world sees your weakness, not wise vision, and corrects your personality instead of listening to your words. *shrug* I reckon there's Future Grown-Ups of America to look forward to, assuming someone invents, like, an ozone machine.
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