For me art is not an act that makes a difference neither a revolution. It’s not a solution, it does not even point to the problem.
Artists are no elite or avant -gardes, even if they think they are.
Art is not politics and artists are not politicians, therefore art has no nationality it is rather an act of so many individuals in the same space, same field. Even when some art works use nationalism as a concept or a subject, only the structure, form and purpose are the elements that define art works.
We can find a banker or a dentist -for example- who loves painting or taking photos, but that doesn’t make an artist out of him… you see…. art is a profession itself; therefore raw art is no art for me , not even children drawings… but of course children can always draw and dentists can still write poetry. After all art is a conscious behaviour even when it uses subconscious as source of creativity, but psychology, sociology, politic and even commerce can use it as well.( “subconscious” overall there is no such thing, one more dead try to explain our illusion in cods) Again I am talking formalism and nothing new.
For me art is a game to play and I enjoy spending time playing it... that is similar to the games we use to play as we were kids, except; as adults the game gets more complicated and exciting and we become aware of what we are doing as artists .art becomes a part of our future, and above all, the question of existence and death that appears to us- not as artists but as human, all that change the game bases from pleasure and entertainment to a magic tool that might answer such heavy questions…
But it doesn’t, as I know that life is somewhere else.
pleasure and entertainment in art gets me back to the game; The game of minds dealing with facts and pointing to them in an indirect way that adds to them; vainness and mystery in one hand and that shows of my skills as a member of the game in the other hand.
It’s the game of dealing with facts as multiple realities which are no reality at all then the game becomes the illusion of illusion but not a painting of a painting.
It is absurd and yes I am waiting for Godo.
EXAMPLE 1
The Closet
It’s a closet
Not just any closet, it’s a particular, unique, and very special one.
The closet travels around in wide world trip, or maybe still in one specific point.
Its full of matters: officers uniform, under wares, saxes- with or with no halls, new leather jacket that will take a place in a very special meeting…or not…
In one of its dark drawers there is a small box. The box is full of memories; special objects, little figures from childhood, photos and few gifts from very special people…
But the box can be simply full of bills
The closet is made of wood, walnuts wood of course… well it also can be plastic
It’s the closet of dreams, secrets, hidden places, memories and illusions.
The closet itself become an illusion, even before it left the carpenter
The keys are lost
Quite a long time ago
Now it’s locked and will never be open again
Or it might be open and will never be locked no more
It have neither heart to love, eyes to see nor ears to hear
There is no blood running in its vanes
The vanes are dry
The closet is dead…. But of course it’s only a closet
0r maybe it isn’t
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