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I am so glad you posted this Puck, I was just taking to someone tonight about how it should also be a thread on Barbelith.
I already did this on my blog (because of yours) but for this thread, here is what I put:
I am for an art that wakes me up before my alarm for the first time since winter, the one that wafts golden bright dust particles through my curtains and across my room.
I am for an art that grabs my arms and stops me dead, that demands I observe and interact with it, that shouts and screams for attention like a terrible two-year-old tantrum.
I am for an art that weaves itself subtly through my body, slow, yet insidious in its pervasion. An art that taints my blood without me noticing until it is too late, until I am well and truly hooked.
I am for an art that takes me by surprise.
I am for an art that is slipping, sweating, perfectly tangled loving naked bodies, loving naked minds and the indescribable beauty of the love despite imperfection.
I am for an art that is ever changing, multi-directional, and yet intricate in its simplicity. Spaghetti Junction and the Mobius Strip.
I am for an art that takes the piss. The art of trickery.
I am for an art that chops vegetables swiftly and perfectly with the sharpest knife available, each slice exact and identical to the next one. Chopchopchopchopchopchopchopchop. And I am for an art that is a bright red drop of blood on the tip of a knuckle as the knife slips.
I am for an art that is blue sky at the top, green grass at the bottom, and white space in the middle where you draw things like dinosaurs with impossible limb positioning. And people with no necks, transparent clothes and dots for eyes. I am for an art that has been laboured over, tongue sticking out.
I am for an art that appears with the ease of a flock of Swallows turning, the one, two, three strokes to a perfect form.
I am for an art that lets my fork be a thing of beauty, my toothbrush be a thing of beauty, my teacup be a thing of beauty.
I am for an art that embraces messiness, that encourages orderliness, that delights in simple extravagance.
I am for an art that grows trees. And bluebells. And coral. And Army Ants.
I am for an art if you are not.
I am for an art that insists upon emotional response but is liberal in what that response is. An art that dictates the uncomfortable, the confrontational, the depraved and the sick, the wonderful, the delightful, the ecstatic, the amusing. The utterly miserable and despondent. The weary.
I am for an art that takes my focus until I am quite, quite still and barely breathing, art that makes me go to bed at four in the morning because I can’t tear myself away from it, take my eyes off it, take my head out of it.
I am for an art.
I like Flux's a lot. |
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