these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.

thank you for meeting me here in such tall grass.


my artist website is here.

Mar 29, 2010

spectacular!

and so now i circle back to 'The Society of The Spectacle' and i see how savvy it all is- mistaking appearance for reality... or, rather, accepting appearances as reality: 'seeing is believing' and all that. and just as Debord says, sight is the most easily tricked of all the senses. accepting appearances as reality is accepting a non-reality. it is living a lie.

so... how to crack this non-reality? how to create a fissure where the truth can actually be seen? how to establish a road toward hope where truth can even be recognized as such?

he says: In a world that really has been turned on its head, truth is a moment of falsehood.

how sad and how helpless we all feel sometimes. how inept, how confused, how forlorn and despairing. how sorrowful the world becomes when truth is denied for the sake of appearances.

a hand must be kept on hope. art is a way to find that hope. it can be the thing that encourages the crack in The Spectacle. it can be the thing that counters the upside-down appearance with an odd mirror that restores a true(r) perspective. the fast flash of undeniable reality, charged and angry and lovable- necessary.
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