we are amazed by nature because we never could imagine anything like it. everything we make fails in comparison all we can do it imitate.
i don’t think it’s that we want to have more things because society says that doing that will provide you with power. I think people consume and buy and accumulate so much stuff because they are simply feeding their curiosity. knick knacks and stupid things and dumb posters and crappy pillows or expensive socks; of course we can’t ignore the fact that people want to be a like and fit in (find a commonality with each other), but at the same time i think it’s import to consider our curiosity and wonder just as much. we buy because we want, because we’re curious to have, and because we figure why not, why can’t i have this? what’s stopping me? not necessarily because we’re all greedy bourgeoisie pigs.
I can therefore I will
it’s a pretty westernized ideology (self righteous, individualized, competitiveness, dominance, seeking power over others) but it rings pretty damn true i’d say. and not always in such a bad way.
what if, you were to rent out an entire loft, and instead of showing pictures or sculptures or “imitations” of real life to observe, you just had windows. an empty loft and some windows. variously placed windows depicting different scenes of where this loft was situated. Windows high, low, in the floor, large windows, windows at an angle, windows that make you dizzy, windows in the ceiling with a bit of visible building. Just to change perspectives. There would be different installments, at night, during the day, at 5:46pm at 3:48 am. If possible, it would be a year round exhibit and then (if desired) photos would document people’s visits during the different seasons, or times and then a final art show would present these photos as a last installment. It’d be like real life snapshots put into perspective. Like a real life movie, how about that for a concept.
castor oil, mango, smoke, orange jacket, calvin kleins, warm, wooden chairs, dark soft floor, black curtain
mint juleps, mustard ties, figs, caramel hair, ink blot, dust
heavy red curtains, carpet flooring, cream housecoat, chocolate velvet couch
it’s a silk sky this sunday
laden with sumptuous colours
found in april afternoons and macaroons
pink and orange salt water taffy stretches against clear blue sheets of glass
purple lays on the brow of a 6 o’clock shadow
wooden fingers can’t keep to themselves as they twinkle and turn together just as a bundle of nerves