Edward Nigma's
art baffles me. sometimes it's overturned boats arranged in the shell of an old church. sometimes it's the preserved carcass of a lamb in an aquarium. sometimes it's canned soup. should i find meaning behind paintings and forms because somebody has decided that it is worthy of the space it has been awarded, the public attention it attracts? or should i search deeper within my uncultured intellect, examine art history, study technique, analyse social context and political climate, before i am able to appreciate? how much do i have to know before i am allowed to step forward, arms crossed, chin in hand, and nod that secret coded ahh... nod?
labels annoy me. animal, mineral, vegetable? man, woman? gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender? Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, Hindu, athiest, infidel? this, that, the other? why is it social nature to collate and categorise everything? not just in fact everything, but everyone? man is English is Christian is married is father is middle classed is average. lives in the suburbs wears a tie to work drives a sedan with a baby chair in the back seat la de da.
jazz awes me. chaos, abandon, randomness, cloud order.
to all who have checked in, sorry it's been a while, i know. updates more frequent to come. soon, a post with less funk.
labels annoy me. animal, mineral, vegetable? man, woman? gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender? Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, Hindu, athiest, infidel? this, that, the other? why is it social nature to collate and categorise everything? not just in fact everything, but everyone? man is English is Christian is married is father is middle classed is average. lives in the suburbs wears a tie to work drives a sedan with a baby chair in the back seat la de da.
jazz awes me. chaos, abandon, randomness, cloud order.
to all who have checked in, sorry it's been a while, i know. updates more frequent to come. soon, a post with less funk.
posted by nu. at 10:07 pm
4 Comments:
i never understood the canned soup painting too. but then again, i never understood jazz either. so i guess, i shouldn't be commenting, should i?
I was getting worried about you. Glad to see you're back.
how about names? do names annoy you?
they are labels i believe.
why do we have names? is it because we do not know who we are if we don't have names?
i do like brands though. which are labels anyways. like zara, topshop and miss selfridge. hah.
i don't really like randomness. it create chaos and then abandonment. makes sense?
and clouds are just clouds that rides in the sky, with hidden wheels on a smooth path and the driver dressed in furry white silk that can be mistaken as snow. queens and kings in white robe. their skin is clear. tainted hues to some. smiling on the ocean's waves. and the waves are what they are. they are waving, to the kings and queens.
thanks for your comment, Gloomy Chimaera!
names: well, i guess that depends on what kind of names... if you mean the names we are given when we're born, those don't really reflect who we are as people, because they are given to us without knowledge of who we are, or who we may become. if, however, you mean names someone might call people, like fat, or slut, or dyke, or fag... those annoy me. because they extract one facet of who a person is and makes it the only thing they are.
i find myself appreciating brands a little bit less the older i get (makes me sound like an old woman now haha!)... quality over name, i say...
i like order as much as the next person (some people might describe me as having a slight Monica complex... but i think a little randomness now and again just adds a bit of spice to life!
um... clouds? yes, me like clouds too.
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