Old KG & E building
- proposed Lux building
Now there are a LOT of strange materials being deconstructed and gutted out of this building in order to renew it. That’s where the artists come in. They are the minds and hands that can find ways to transform “stuff” – wood, wire, glass, insulation, bricks, panels, flooring, tiles, clocks, veneer, canisters, bulbs, etc… into artifacts… things preservative and creative that extend the life of the materials as well as extend into the community and the future as works of art to be interacted with, engaged, stimulated by, and so forth.
All this to say that today I reached a kind of threshold… a blessed one. Witnessing these artists eyes and minds, hands and work (as if it’s not enough living in a household of children with a wife whose a visual artist!) – pressed me toward a very interesting catharsis.
And it’s process.
Our lives, our surroundings, our relationships, ourselves… rings of trees that become lines and patterns in finished wood; wires that become sculptures; pipes and styrofoam that become living spaces and visual delights; things that may have been overlooked or thrown away, added to the world’s enormous waste piles or incorporated into something beautiful or riveting, reflective or enlightening…
Our lives are these interconnected webbings in which everything counts. We’re all processing quite more than our organismal spaces can handle…and we pass it around, as energy, as movement, as vision, as language. Cycles and recycles, my tree is your violin, your window is my canvas, as another artist I visited with said: “we’re immersed in resources,” there is much more available than we are able to do with…natural, fabricated, invented, virtual – we’re drowning in resources…and we’re all processing processing processing…Wordpress blogs give ample evidence of this – and I find it exciting and moving, hopeful and amazing that it is so, and that we’re ALL in it! From single-cells to planets…miniscule and enormous interactions…like wind, electricity, magnetism, fire…air exchanging molecules with our skin…
So this is a spillage of gratitude and hopefully encouragement – that by and large those of us with time to post blogs and devices to do it with – are freaking lucky and aswarm in resource and with brilliant loads of company…
something this project and the artists around me have sunk into my core.
and so on…
7 thoughts on “Side Effects in the Center”
agree about reproducible. It sometimes seems to me that even a poem written one day could not be exactly reproduced the next.
Yes! Some days I find it energising (this abundance of creative energy, of resource) and other days overwhelming.
The problem is when time, circumstances or luck snap that connexion to the core. There;s a real sense of loss then…
Wonderful. Everything is process. Evolution. There is nothing on this blessed earth that didn’t, doesn’t or won’t go through process. Transformation.