Words on paper, in this day in age, are probably the closest we get to privacy and security. Hand-written notes and letters have ever elusive ways of being hidden, destroyed, encrypted, or my favorite “withheld” from ever pervasive unwanted eyes. Hand-written words like these are the most intimate besides what we whisper in secrecy or think to ourselves.
It is why we as a society teach children and young learners language is important. Have good penmanship, strive to have one’s work understood and most importantly agreed upon. It is not only a personal undertaking, but a public celebration when published: speeches, novels, textbooks, articles, bodies of work, scientific journals, works of art, are but a few examples that undergo this scrutiny.
But, in private letters and proclamations written in the spirit of the search for truth-difficulty also comes. Difficult and painful; “sometimes the most insightful” and most controversial-idea: solutions exist. But, public acceptance of new ideas or all-inclusive social debate will always come with heavy resistance and censorship, and this is why hand-written speeches never reach their full potential. It is also why things referred to or held in high regard such as, peer-reviewed writings in their field, double-blind studies in science, and books placed in public libraries and spoken in public forums.
Words left in an “open-space” for everyone never die nor do they stop being improved upon and eventually become history.
I should probably continue this self-thought on a piece of paper just to familiarize myself with that whole notion that the words must be put down after they are thought in the head. I still type faster than I write but it feels like I’m getting closer and closer to letting typing get away from me from fear I should have no reason for. except for the scrutiny of expelling work unfinished, unpolished, unconsidered and my self-flaw of being dismissed.
It’s quite a luxury to live somewhere where one can post a website no doubt, so long as it is done in good taste and without malice, expressions of free-will will always be in my humble opinion open to the thoughts and comments of those that care to pay attention and to take the time to contemplate the beliefs, ideas, and traditions, because there are few altruisms.
If you’ve read this far I leave you with an explanation for the the picture that was painted, photographed and edited with little thought. I give my explanation after staring at it for more hours than I wish to divulge. To begin again to begin again.
UNTITLED STREET NIGHT PHOTO- FORMED/FOUND ART A Further Exploration of Inspiration
A cat and what looks to be some sort of a quasi soldier stand facing opposite directions. One appears not to notice the other. The solder with almost an evil grin across his face only illuminated by a few dwindling lights holds what is obviously a large contraption. What the contraption is, is intended to be interpreted by the viewer.
The cat who carries him/herself with more self awareness, recognition that it’s in close proximity to a potential threat but has a presents of awareness unlike the jovial soldier. Notice the one leg much smaller than the other and the large lump in the middle of the back. Again for the viewer to decide, is it some type of flaw? Perhaps a helmet gone unworn.
Lastly the light catches the two opposing characters or perhaps they are not. Is one more aware of the other, is this a game of “cat and mouse” or does the reflections of light that dance off both characters have some sort of significance.
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The cat who carries him/herself with more self awareness, recognition that it’s in close proximity to a potential threat but has a presents of awareness unlike the jovial soldier. Notice the one leg much smaller than the other and the large lump in the middle of the back. Again for the viewer to decide, is it some type of flaw? Perhaps a helmet gone unworn.
Lastly the light catches the two opposing characters or perhaps they are not. Is one more aware of the other, is this a game of “cat and mouse” or does the reflections of light that dance off both characters have some sort of significance.
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