loving it when time really feels like its going slowly.
Of course it is not going slowly but perhaps I am just more attentive to it and actually enjoying every minute.
This I guess is what old people do.
We always joke about them, saying that they get up at 5 in the morning - haaa! to do what?
or we say they get up because they can't sleep.
On the contrary!!!
I have now solved the mystery of the getting up so early.
Because this way you can really enjoy EVERY single minute.
To really feel that there is no rush - because this way you wont feel stressed or pressed.
Of course if you get up at 5.30, by 7 am you will have a look at the time and see that its only 7.00 and sigh happily and go on reading the paper and perhaps nap a little.
Because at 8.00 you will be up and running like a "normal " busy person…
Am I on to something or am I?
...probably super evident to someone else but for me who has been sleeping half of my life and sleeping deep this is something truly amazing & new.
Friday, 4 January 2013
it was a while ago but here we go!!!!
...of course I want to make some money on my work, my art - but mainly I want to show it.
To everyone who wants to see it.
I am not an audience snob.
On the contrary.
But sometimes I need to think before I say "yes". As when I was asked if I wanted to have some of my works on a feminist art video web site. I was not 100% sure first. I guess I felt a sting of fear or nervousness about being put in a corner and therefor not accepted anymore in the hip cool contemporary art scene … The scene that in my dark fearful mind was portrayed like a curator; hip, black slick clothes, sneering from a high pedestal down at the murky desperate feminist hippies …
Then I had to tell my self to calm down.
Take a deep breathe and ask your self. Who are you? And do you care how others see you?
And who are the others exactly?
The slick priestess of curating?
The hipster art audience?
Or mom and dad?
Friends from high school?
Your boyfriend and the french intellectuals who talk and talk?
The woman at the Delhaize cashpoint?
The guys at the wood shop?
hm..
- all of them, you answered, without a doubt.
Of course. All of them.
And voilá, feel relieved.
You can show your work where ever you want.
Perhaps even at the cashpoint at Delhaize.
And in a gallery.
Nobody owns your words and images. Not even you.
Because that is why you started creating words and images in the first place.
To share them. Not possesing.
To everyone who wants to see it.
I am not an audience snob.
On the contrary.
But sometimes I need to think before I say "yes". As when I was asked if I wanted to have some of my works on a feminist art video web site. I was not 100% sure first. I guess I felt a sting of fear or nervousness about being put in a corner and therefor not accepted anymore in the hip cool contemporary art scene … The scene that in my dark fearful mind was portrayed like a curator; hip, black slick clothes, sneering from a high pedestal down at the murky desperate feminist hippies …
Then I had to tell my self to calm down.
Take a deep breathe and ask your self. Who are you? And do you care how others see you?
And who are the others exactly?
The slick priestess of curating?
The hipster art audience?
Or mom and dad?
Friends from high school?
Your boyfriend and the french intellectuals who talk and talk?
The woman at the Delhaize cashpoint?
The guys at the wood shop?
hm..
- all of them, you answered, without a doubt.
Of course. All of them.
And voilá, feel relieved.
You can show your work where ever you want.
Perhaps even at the cashpoint at Delhaize.
And in a gallery.
Nobody owns your words and images. Not even you.
Because that is why you started creating words and images in the first place.
To share them. Not possesing.
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