
Coney Island 07/03/2009
This morning I woke up and ate some blueberry pie. A fly just landed on my hand. There is something wrong with the world?
Everybody says so.
Some speak about art with the frilliest, hugest, most bland sounding words that it seems the art has gotten too big for it's trousers and is busting out of them trying to fill all of the voids in the world. Many will flaunt erudition at the expense of an artists exploration.
My opinion (yes, an opinion) is that when we or they or whoever makes what whoever or they or we deem art it is not in attempt to fill any void, but for that void which is the unquenchable desire to produce something. Instead, it is in attempt to reach into the void surrounding everything; the well of possibility, faith, doubt, love, death and all of the other insurmountable dilemmas of the human condition, and from this well to draw some little truth. Then the little truth is displayed and viewers may respond with "I understand" or "I don't get it" or "Twiddle dee Dee" or "Praise God!"
It is not to assert.
It is to ponder.
Being famous is not recommended as it may cause lack of time and insert a false sense of purpose and identity.
As if we have any control.
Think of it:
You wear a suit and tie
You read the New York Times
You eat sushi regularly
You frequent museums
Are you...
- An intelligent person?
- A faggot?
- Un étudiant?
- A New Yorker?
- A lesbian?
- An asshole?
- Somebody's boss?
- A snob?
Depends on who you ask.