psychart

For a good part of 5 years in college I spent countless hours attempting to understand the psychology of separation, of stereotypes and discrimination in societies and individuals. There are volumes of these studies out there.

And yet one visit to the local art gallery and these latent biases are similarly confronted. Trading complex social experiments for abstract creativity and images. My own assumptions of order and structure and color and form challenged with the utmost subtlety.


Images to the right of a local exhibit from the wonderful Real Art Ways...

Heather Hart
Notations of a Hybrid, 2008
Notations of a Hybrid explores context, power, literature, and intention in regards to identity development. Hart invited people to give her titles of two books that they have found most helpful in defining their identity. The selection could be based upon the book's title, content, contrast or collaboration.

Hart then obtained these books and encased them in yarn, thereby creating a portrait of each participant. Each object consists of two books that are cozied together, rendering them inaccessible. While the yarn protects these books, it also conceals and restricts their content. This collection of books becomes unusable in their utilitarian sense and become decorative evidence of an obsessive reclamation process - the yarn taking control.

rudder vs sail

It is a strange feeling. That loss of memory you incur when the jagged edge of stress and blind ambition have cut their way clear into your soul. When the pursuit has eclipsed the pursued. When the intoxication of inspired thought has devolved into the relentless repetition of recycled actions.

When you are paddling upstream.

There is wonder in the heating of the mind, of the solemn intensity of inspired thought. for the heightened sense of awareness that comes from a mind on fire, in purpose. And there is within this space that golden opportunity in transforming thought into action, into tangible substance that leaves the world a little better.

But along this road there are many diverged. So easy to lose one's way. So essential to have that rudder. To steer yourself back home.

Never forsake the rudder for the sail.

Well, hello there blog. Nice to see you again. How have you been? Oh fine, here too. Yes, I look forward to future rendezvouses with you too. 12:36am or otherwise. Welcome back old friend. Let the conversations begin anew...