Changing thoughts:
I think in the beginning of this project, I was very gung ho about everything. But as the semester waned on so did the project. It became almost a burden to be forced to collect things. I don’t like being forced to do anything. At the end of the project I hated it more than I liked it. It just became one more task I had to complete in order to finish the class. I know why we were given this project. It was get our minds thinking and keep us in the mindset of always looking for things that we can use in our art. I don’t know. I just don’t enjoy this type of art….accumulation that is. Let me make something out of raw materials. Not something that has already been made. Let me design that which has not yet been designed.
My accumulation proposal:
Part vanity, part truth.
If I had to do this project all over again with different rules and obligations this would be the outcome. I would get a blank journal. Nothing special just a journal. As I went through this process…carrying this book around with me all of the time…I would write down things that I figure out about myself through out the day. Not just words. I could draw pictures. But at the same time I would randomly give it to friends to write things about me. Anything they wanted to. It would be a living journal. If you wanted to bash me , it would be allowed. If wanted to tell me how you really felt about things I say, you could. I would be allowed to read things they wrote and visa versa. I don’t know how long I would keep it going on. Probably indefinitely. Just keep making new journals. Making new friends, making new entries. And then at the end of my life when all is said and done, people could look back at things that I wrote about myself and completely know what it was like to be me or be around me. Then my story would be complete. I would feel completely fulfilled. And I’m sure it would make for some interesting reading. Especially if one day I were to become famous. Then these books could travel the country in an exhibition. Inspiring others to figure out who they are to themselves and who they are to others.
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