As if I know how to do that. Of course I don’t.
As if not knowing how has any bearing whatsoever on the fact that I will do it, regardless. Honestly, what utter nonsense.
I’m feeling rumpled. It’s not a comfortable feeling, through not a dangerous one either – I wouldn’t classify this as a mental health issue, for example. I believe it’s easily managed.
I just don’t want to manage it. Not at all. I’d rather feel all the way rumpled. Taste what this feeling might be suggesting to me that seems so unpalatable. Taste then spit, if necessary.
I’ve been investigating examples of the applied philosophy of inclusion, mostly in higher education. Treatises, exhortations for reform, sincere and accurate laments. This has made me prickly.
Just now I’ve taken a short break to read about “Manifesto”, a video installation project by Munich-born artist Julian Rosefeldt which features Cate Blanchett playing 13 diverse characters. Each one spouts “a call to action without a care for consequence” (Guardian review), “about the need to wake up, tool up, use art to revolutionise humanity and humanity to revolutionise art”. I’ve bought the movie since as an artist I’m fascinated by cultural action and reaction, by art and revolution, and it’s another, artistic interpretation of my reading focus.
I’ll watch it when I’m through the day’s tasks. I’ll also watch more video installation made by Rosefeldt (lots to see on his website). After, I’ll dip into DJ Elliot’s new book, Artistic Citizenship. I’m thinking it will all piss me off, but hoping I might instead be surprised, and find humour. It would be a welcome relief to find myself snorting with laughter.
Perverse. Reverse. Re-version, re-story. Open and closed ‘forms’, i.e., classical baroque versus collaborative composition. A spectrum of open and closed applies to everything we participate in, every choice we make. Dapper Dan and Haute Couture; collaborate or conduct; don’t participate in the old toxic systems with their embedded, power-distorted rules, or cling to them in desperation; people or sheeple, dualism of all kinds, gender-based habitual thinking.
But, by god, if you’re a voice for inclusiveness, for open forms that invite collaboration, innovation, and creativity, that encourage voices that have not been heard to speak, make it relevant to us, all of us, right now. If you see or hear something important that is not accessible to those of us that don’t read, that don’t ever enter galleries or concert halls, that struggle with poverty and have been dominated all of their lives (by white people, for example)…it’s your job to interpret.
I don’t give a damn if you don’t know how. Figure it out. Find a meaningful way to connect to people you can only imagine right now. To people way way out of your comfort zone. It’s not supposed to be comfortable.
There it is, that’s it – not a bad taste, just different.
I’m uncomfortable because this is my job, and I haven’t the faintest clue how to do it. But I will figure it out.
Door = way through. Window= view beyond yourself. Kitchen = where people gather.