My life is an art project. The edges of my stereo type have been rounded down to a hard and bare surface, what is left, however is strong. My subjectivity has been pierced, now all I see is a kaleidoscope of living cultures. Where do I belong? This is my question, the focus of this project. I know where I am from, though I may not know where I am going or where I will end. Even if I arrive in the same place as always, it will be different, for places, are merely spaces interpreted by the mind. They will look different with these new eyes, maybe I will see meaning where before I only saw chaos.
So my life is about exploration. Not just the hard surfaces of the earth, and all this self aware bacteria which rearranges its complexity, but also about the inner working of the mind. Is it possible to change this architecture? A place, is not just the hard surface of the earth, it is also a cognitive position. As it has been said, perspective, is reality.
I love the new sounds and rhythms which fill the void in my mind. They beg me to understand them, they cry out for recognition, begging to be perceived. And that is it, all life is desperate. Desperate to be heard, to be found, interpreted. Is this maybe not the nature of everything? Why is it that the conditions of the universe are so perfectly suited to interpretation? It’s almost as if this science experiment is asking us to understand it, to explore the far reaches of its mystery.
We throw all our talents out into the void empty vacuum of space, praying that it will be loved, that our legacy will live beyond the curious arrangement of our co-conspiring cells. One day, their bonds will break, and all will fail, and your universe will erode. Its beautiful, though to you, it may not seem this way. This truth speaks to me and for some reason I find it to be a compelling plot line, one that our protagonist must constantly do battle with.
What is there to ask for in this beautiful project of life? What more than to be buried in a loving embrace of some soulful adventurer who has the same light in her eyes. Nothing but a bright ray of sunshine, burning among the best of them in the empty vacuum of dark-indifferent nothingness. But, for a brief moment, there is light, and it’s incredible, it is unimaginable. The celebration is happening now, today, the world over. And that is art, to fill this canvas with color, sound, laughter, sensation, fear, bravery, understanding. Do these thing not make your heart race? We all have our methods for good living, mine is to search endlessly, for myself, for love, for truth, for adventure, for understanding, and of course for the wild wild spaces of this earth.
