SOMETHING IS MISSING 050311
Something is missing. There is an absence at the heart, in the words.
The position is schizoid.
What is shown does not reflect what lies in the mind, evidence of discomfort, vanity, a cover-up.
So what is missing?
Part-object relating takes a part and calls it whole. Whole-object relating takes the parts as a whole. The latter unlike the former puts two and two together and suffers the consequences.
When I first wrote about where I live and the people I share it with it was to be connected. Now I find myself writing to distance and hide, to create a false self, to ingratiate, to make out.
The role of the artist, as I see it, is to make work that penetrates, exposing relationships between whole objects while resisting the urge to rationalise and soften the blow. Being an artist isn’t fun, it is work.
What is missing is memory of this and the power to remember.
Yes, I can read your thoughts...because
I am human too.
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