Saturday, February 20, 2010
Sunday, February 07, 2010
J'ai trouvé ma voix
I recently lost/misplaced/threw-out/can't find my replacement contacts, so walking around NYC these days is LITERALLY a blur of memories.
I love the notion of being detached from the finite details that are weighing-on Gotham, however retracing and retreading those once rouge-stained by-ways is often depressing and UNinspiring.
This sentiment was punctuated as I made my way around the Studio Museum of Harlem's current exhibit - 30 Seconds off an Inch. Conceptual art has always caused me a bit of a quandry and with my current visual-state the exhibition was particularly confounding. However, artist Glenn Ligon, whose simple, smart, pointed and poetic pieces have always struck a chord, once again gave me pause.
I FOUND MY VOICE...the stenciled print smeared-down the canvas...or smeared-up into the clear words. I FOUND MY VOICE...screamed-out from this upstairs, back wall to remind me THAT I HAD!!! [LoL] I FOUND MY VOICE...four simple words, rendered in black against this white canvas [over and over again] brought a giggle to my lips and a relaxing of my hips.
I FOUND MY VOICE I FOUND MY VOICE I FOUND MY VOICE...
As I pulled back, unsquinted my eyes and straightened up...the giggle morphed into a FULL-ON Laugh - loud, robust and uproarious.
The BLUR that greeted my every step on the walk home was buoyed by the realization...clarity...resolve...truth that art brings for me - I FOUND MY VOICE.
Thanks Glen...thank you Harlem...Thank you NYC Fam...Thank You Art...Thank you LIFE...THANK YOU CLARITY!
Tired of wasting time, energy, and braincells here.
Now...GIT ME ONTO Paris!!!!
peace
I love the notion of being detached from the finite details that are weighing-on Gotham, however retracing and retreading those once rouge-stained by-ways is often depressing and UNinspiring.
This sentiment was punctuated as I made my way around the Studio Museum of Harlem's current exhibit - 30 Seconds off an Inch. Conceptual art has always caused me a bit of a quandry and with my current visual-state the exhibition was particularly confounding. However, artist Glenn Ligon, whose simple, smart, pointed and poetic pieces have always struck a chord, once again gave me pause.
I FOUND MY VOICE...the stenciled print smeared-down the canvas...or smeared-up into the clear words. I FOUND MY VOICE...screamed-out from this upstairs, back wall to remind me THAT I HAD!!! [LoL] I FOUND MY VOICE...four simple words, rendered in black against this white canvas [over and over again] brought a giggle to my lips and a relaxing of my hips.
I FOUND MY VOICE I FOUND MY VOICE I FOUND MY VOICE...
As I pulled back, unsquinted my eyes and straightened up...the giggle morphed into a FULL-ON Laugh - loud, robust and uproarious.
The BLUR that greeted my every step on the walk home was buoyed by the realization...clarity...resolve...truth that art brings for me - I FOUND MY VOICE.
Thanks Glen...thank you Harlem...Thank you NYC Fam...Thank You Art...Thank you LIFE...THANK YOU CLARITY!
Tired of wasting time, energy, and braincells here.
Now...GIT ME ONTO Paris!!!!
J'ai trouvé ma voix ... et je suis prêt à l'utiliser!
peace
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