Poetry

Saturday, April 16, 2011

"Artist Statement" (maybe)

You know that moment when you let go? That moment when you trust. That moment when you take action. It is that moment that slips away before you know it happened because you did not need to know that it was there. It was that moment when everything just was.


If I was an artist I would take those moments and string them like beads on a thin piece of thread. But I should not dare tie a knot at the end of that string, for that would change everything. These moments would be trapped, defined, explained, exploited--no, let them fall as I continue to add more. For when I try to hold on and make moments permanent, all I do is take their beautiful essence from them that makes them so real.


Perhaps I am an artist, or perhaps I was. I do know that I create, I experience, and I grow. Yes, I am an artist. I am an artist who was on a path with a goal, a path with a purpose. This purpose was to find the way to dazzle everyone, to become the unique and innovative artist that I surely could be. But one day, I stripped off my clothes, tossed away my shoes and I began running through the untamed forest, heading towards that other path I had heard about, that path where you just let go and play! I started off slow and confused. Climbing through the rocks and trees, my feet have not been prepared for this terrain. Sometimes I think about turning back and sometimes I dash through this forest like it is what I was born to do. It can be invigorating.


Sometimes I feel that I am close to the new path, but sometimes I wonder if I have actually moved closer to the old one. In fact, I am now questioning if this difficult terrain toward the new path actually is the path. I suspect that it is, and I suspect that I have chosen a path with no end. So as I find my way, and as I try to commit to this new direction, I make things. Sometimes these are visual artworks, sometimes they are dances, sometimes they are flowing of words into poems or stories, but most of the time they do not like to be defined or categorized. But they do love to have a witness, as do I. So I cannot tell you what to expect and I cannot summarize, because the whole point is to, well, not to do that...




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