Is this blog giving a view into my piece or a view into me as a person? In the case of the solo, which was created with the theme of “self-portrait,” is there a difference?
I once heard about an art exhibition where the walls were covered in pages from people’s personal journals. Little glimpses into their lives and inner worlds and feelings in a straightforward kind of way. I imagine you wouldn’t have to read too much into the words or spend too much time interpreting. No poetry. Just some things that happened. Some documentation. Maybe it was something important, but maybe not. Possibly inarticulate and with grammar errors. Entirely unfiltered and honest because it was not made self-consciously with an audience in mind. And I imagine that reading them would be like observing people who think they’re alone.
I appreciate the idea that life in itself is art. The little, funny, passing moments as well as the long, complex, painful ones. Just as they are. Without any frame or contextualization or abstraction.
(But I did edit and caption that photo, so I guess it’s a balance between truth and fiction. Perhaps being able to see both sides is what’s most intriguing. To see the facade and what’s underneath. Am I just describing intimacy?)