There is a sensation
I feel
like paradox
That flies in a the face
Of the craft ethic
as I see it
The ethic that speaks to
impermanence
and objectification
The value is in the process, not the piece
If something is working, make more
if something breaks, make another
if something is not working, break it
It’s as if I no longer understand
what this means
I look at an image
of something I had a hand in creating
long ago
Something lost or sold
given away
or broken
Something I can no longer walk around
or touch
I look at the image
and I wonder
if this is all that’s left
There are many for which I KNOW this is true
Is it a copy of art
or simple sentimentality?
Am I just making excuses for not working this way anymore?
——
My primary medium now is words
and some of the images they inspire
These will always be
with me
even when sold or given away
They can not be broken
unless I lose the digital copy somehow
“But what exactly is THAT a copy of?”
(asks my sweetheart)
“Where is the original?”
This is one of the ways we collaborate
This reminds me that my art really is never
my own
only
I think of how good we are for each other
and that is again
and still…
——
Blessed…
m(__)m
