I stare at the blank page. I am flummoxed. I do not believe I have anything to say. Today.
I am changeable. A sculpture made of butter. A mandala made of sand, floating away on the wind.
But I am not empty. A blank page. I am not.
I resist authority. I resist authoritative statements. I question my own knowing.
I put this questioning in my work.
I believe in YOU. I believe you have sufficiently internalized the symbols of the culture in which you live (in which we live) and the you are your own expert. On your internal life. On the world around you. I believe in the power of your own subjective understanding in the world.
With my art, I can only hope to play, cajole, and tickle this understanding. I can only hope to give you symbols, like puzzle pieces, that interest me so that you can construct your own meaning. In being open to the symbols I authentically bring you, with an open heart or with an ironic mind, alternately, you and I can enter into dialogue.
I can’t tell you what to think. You can’t tell me what to do. But together, we can listen and learn from each other.
Sometimes I have grand statements I’d like to make about how we can join forces and change the world. Other times I have quiet things to say. Little whispers, intimate and private, that I hope will speak to you of your own experience, softening you a little. And me in the process of sharing. And even other times, I am one voice in many. One voice in a process that has worked slowly and inefficentily to make all the diverse voices heard and probably not succeeded. It’s our trying we hope to share with you. We hope you see.
Today I am not practically minded. A rarity.
I work. I believe in work. The work of relationships, joyous and confusing as they may be. I believe in work that spans years full of failed experiements and micro triumphs. I believe in the very-every-day work of mopping the floors, taking out the trash, and sharing a beautiful environment with you. A beautiful space I may trash again, if I think it will help us talk to each other better.
After all the work I want to feast and drink and laugh and reflect. And then start the work again after just a bit of rest.
Ask me again tomorrow though. I am not a fixed point. Blink…
……………………………………………………………….and I will be elsewhere.