We exist in a system. It has a defined vocabulary, set ways of working. The one who does not know it's ways is alien, he does not matter.
Among the insiders, there are those playing with its blocks, the believers, looking to win or sustain, and those who question the bricks, the mechanics of the wall.
To seek one must step outside, a change maker must always be a seeker, but not a seeker alone, they must observe as an outsider, while creating within to change.
Every artist moves the world in his own little way, movement requires detachment but creation or impact requires immersion, the voice of the system, the ability to be heard. It is that precarious and beautiful balance between the outside and inside that makes for change, that creates the new.
Born free and alike, we sink so comfortably in what we know to be 'sense' - we are fed it as we grow. It takes a jolt, an aberration to be thrown of it's linearity, to even question it, to not comply.
it is (usually) a movement from freedom to certainty, and then, the choice is yours: to build by accepting and using those blocks, or create by breaking them down. Both are beautiful consumptions, and consumption is the way out.
I believe, if there is creation, there is also the need to deconstruct it, some create, others destroy.
He who evades set forms or belief, and has the courage to make sense of the world for himself, is a seeker. The one who has the courage to not conform, and yet create within, is an artist. He is not merely the builder, another brick in the structure, nor is he the seeker alone, for while he seeks worlds outside, he creates to move what lies within. Every artist is a seeker but every seeker is not an artist.
The artist subverts established forms and definitions to seek the new; afflicted by his own need to make sense. He breaks the boundaries and illusions he creates, to seek the infinite, to go anywhere there is the possibility of going without being held in a box, a belief, a bias.
Our actions are random choices, and what can only be controlled, can be a play with accidents, with the nature of life itself.
But can you exist within (continuously evading form), without a firm ground under your feet?
To question and believe at the same time, that perhaps is the tightrope walking we must perfect.
Meaning or essence lies only at the deep ends, the bottom of the sea or the open sky. Everything in-between is tending, incomplete. The experiences are still a learning, but is unpurposeful meandering enough for the seeker of sense? Is it any use if one cannot go all the way- be as foolish as he can, be as wise he knows?
Who are we, those who call themselves artists? Playing another role, another mechanic, another brick in the wall, or are we the twisters and turners of the wall?
To be the latter, we cannot bury ourselves in it's bricks, we must keep everything but our toes out, while we look for 'our' wall, understand our world for ourselves. Who are those around me? Am i right, or are they? They talk about subversion, while conforming at the most basic level to the building blocks of the system. Cease at looking different, talking different, within a blind compliance to a comfortable framework. The winning rat or losing rat, is still a rat. Is it not ironical to scream that you are different, by conforming to a herd? Isn't that the only way to be heard, though? and must we come to it? I wonder if is it evolved sense, knowing that one must be what one must break; or is it merely ignorance, a play with illusions of the self?
So, you can move? But do you have what it takes to be heard? To be heard, you have to speak the language of the world.
Can you be heard without being part of? Can you not be part of, and still move a thing? To resign or fade into yourself is an option too, but a complacency the artist's spirit goes beyond. The artist must discover and change, he must use his desires to break free to find his own. Most importantly, he needs most to be a winner among the muck, for only winners are heard. And for that, he must be inside what he wants to change.
One way or the other, we come back to the same thing - to win, the only means to survive this beehive.
Among the insiders, there are those playing with its blocks, the believers, looking to win or sustain, and those who question the bricks, the mechanics of the wall.
To seek one must step outside, a change maker must always be a seeker, but not a seeker alone, they must observe as an outsider, while creating within to change.
Every artist moves the world in his own little way, movement requires detachment but creation or impact requires immersion, the voice of the system, the ability to be heard. It is that precarious and beautiful balance between the outside and inside that makes for change, that creates the new.
Born free and alike, we sink so comfortably in what we know to be 'sense' - we are fed it as we grow. It takes a jolt, an aberration to be thrown of it's linearity, to even question it, to not comply.
it is (usually) a movement from freedom to certainty, and then, the choice is yours: to build by accepting and using those blocks, or create by breaking them down. Both are beautiful consumptions, and consumption is the way out.
I believe, if there is creation, there is also the need to deconstruct it, some create, others destroy.
He who evades set forms or belief, and has the courage to make sense of the world for himself, is a seeker. The one who has the courage to not conform, and yet create within, is an artist. He is not merely the builder, another brick in the structure, nor is he the seeker alone, for while he seeks worlds outside, he creates to move what lies within. Every artist is a seeker but every seeker is not an artist.
The artist subverts established forms and definitions to seek the new; afflicted by his own need to make sense. He breaks the boundaries and illusions he creates, to seek the infinite, to go anywhere there is the possibility of going without being held in a box, a belief, a bias.
Our actions are random choices, and what can only be controlled, can be a play with accidents, with the nature of life itself.
But can you exist within (continuously evading form), without a firm ground under your feet?
To question and believe at the same time, that perhaps is the tightrope walking we must perfect.
Meaning or essence lies only at the deep ends, the bottom of the sea or the open sky. Everything in-between is tending, incomplete. The experiences are still a learning, but is unpurposeful meandering enough for the seeker of sense? Is it any use if one cannot go all the way- be as foolish as he can, be as wise he knows?
Who are we, those who call themselves artists? Playing another role, another mechanic, another brick in the wall, or are we the twisters and turners of the wall?
To be the latter, we cannot bury ourselves in it's bricks, we must keep everything but our toes out, while we look for 'our' wall, understand our world for ourselves. Who are those around me? Am i right, or are they? They talk about subversion, while conforming at the most basic level to the building blocks of the system. Cease at looking different, talking different, within a blind compliance to a comfortable framework. The winning rat or losing rat, is still a rat. Is it not ironical to scream that you are different, by conforming to a herd? Isn't that the only way to be heard, though? and must we come to it? I wonder if is it evolved sense, knowing that one must be what one must break; or is it merely ignorance, a play with illusions of the self?
So, you can move? But do you have what it takes to be heard? To be heard, you have to speak the language of the world.
Can you be heard without being part of? Can you not be part of, and still move a thing? To resign or fade into yourself is an option too, but a complacency the artist's spirit goes beyond. The artist must discover and change, he must use his desires to break free to find his own. Most importantly, he needs most to be a winner among the muck, for only winners are heard. And for that, he must be inside what he wants to change.
One way or the other, we come back to the same thing - to win, the only means to survive this beehive.
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