Hey Blog
Sorry I haven't been around, Blog. It's not that I haven't felt like talking, Blog, but life has kept me pretty busy. I know I've seen you around, Blog. I've kinda waved without saying "Hi", but that's only 'cuz I figured we're tight enough for that sorta thing. You understand Blog, don't you?
The busy-ness most recently had taken the form of a five day long Performance Art Symposium. Artists, performers and creative minds from all over the country met, here in our small town, to create an environment of like-minded individuals and actual contemporaries, for once. The semi-southern-mountain air of desolate, working-class, just-do-enough-to-get-by attitude was replaced by a lightenin' bolt of New York meets Los Angeles + the rare spots in-between of energized individuals in search of breaking the routine.
And that's what I took most from this symposium:
Artists break habit.
This breaking of habit allows for something incredible:
The opportunity for Novelty!
Holly Hughes talked about suing the U.S. Government. If you've ever wanted a first-hand account of stepping up to the Supreme Court and fighting for your right to dispense "pornography", holly's your gal. Barbara T. Smith was the maternal figure of the week, who was present when the performance art-shit hit the fan way back in the day. She was the core of all the movements. She was one of the first to decide that art was not just a painting or a sculpture or a pot but any action that broke the routines of our daily lives. She was the one who explained to me that no matter where you are at, no matter who sees you (if you are even seen at all); the smallest break in routine allows for a global change towards a more unique and spontanious Earth. I can't do her ideas justice just yet, but she has effected me greatly and I thank her.
Others, Others others where ever present and around making me think. Anthony Wills Jr., stayed at our house. His piece "Happiness in Schitzophrenia" was especially powerful inside the old auditorium of the Ridges (some good pictures here), the abandoned Asylum that sits on the hilltop along side our town. It was almost as if the ghosts of the deseased mental patients from the unmarked graveyard out back attended and nodded in approval. Besides that it was just good to have an old friend in town.
Well, that's enough for now, Blog, wouldn't wanna take up too much of your time after being so distant for so long.
Bye, Blog
The busy-ness most recently had taken the form of a five day long Performance Art Symposium. Artists, performers and creative minds from all over the country met, here in our small town, to create an environment of like-minded individuals and actual contemporaries, for once. The semi-southern-mountain air of desolate, working-class, just-do-enough-to-get-by attitude was replaced by a lightenin' bolt of New York meets Los Angeles + the rare spots in-between of energized individuals in search of breaking the routine.
And that's what I took most from this symposium:
Artists break habit.
This breaking of habit allows for something incredible:
The opportunity for Novelty!
Holly Hughes talked about suing the U.S. Government. If you've ever wanted a first-hand account of stepping up to the Supreme Court and fighting for your right to dispense "pornography", holly's your gal. Barbara T. Smith was the maternal figure of the week, who was present when the performance art-shit hit the fan way back in the day. She was the core of all the movements. She was one of the first to decide that art was not just a painting or a sculpture or a pot but any action that broke the routines of our daily lives. She was the one who explained to me that no matter where you are at, no matter who sees you (if you are even seen at all); the smallest break in routine allows for a global change towards a more unique and spontanious Earth. I can't do her ideas justice just yet, but she has effected me greatly and I thank her.
Others, Others others where ever present and around making me think. Anthony Wills Jr., stayed at our house. His piece "Happiness in Schitzophrenia" was especially powerful inside the old auditorium of the Ridges (some good pictures here), the abandoned Asylum that sits on the hilltop along side our town. It was almost as if the ghosts of the deseased mental patients from the unmarked graveyard out back attended and nodded in approval. Besides that it was just good to have an old friend in town.
Well, that's enough for now, Blog, wouldn't wanna take up too much of your time after being so distant for so long.
Bye, Blog
posted by Matthew Pazzol at 5:48 AM
1 Comments:
I just ran across those pictures in a google search for the Ridges. . . they're great! Most of that asylum is closed off to the public due to asbestos and such. Although, sneaking in is the great taboo around these parts. . . .
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