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ARTIST STATEMENT #31

ARTIST STATEMENT #31

Schopenhaur in the afternoon, the best she could cajole a sagging will to undertake, the only path the rain smears on the cloudy windows could conceivably approve. Swans before dawn, trumpets in the morning. A bubble bath in a sudsy, bubble economy, soap in the Eye of Horus burning red. The Swan Princess languished, taking to wearing her glasses upside-down in halfhearted hope that the displacement caused by the discomfort on the bridge of her nose and on her ears, as well as the slight variance of convexity in the lenses, might lead to an inversion of value, not in herself but in the world. Glasses mediated the for-itself of the illusion of her perpetual youth and tragedy with the in-itself of the illusion of the age of the world and its triumph. She didn't bother to dry herself off, and as a consequence left a trail of soapy water everywhere she went like a snail of impeccable sanitation. She looked at the pattern of the cheap, passably decorative rug on the floor through wiggling toes and all of it through a haze of wriggling narcotics which she dispassionately referred to as her "line of ascension of assumptions." Swans before dawn, trumpets in the morning. White jasmine tea with its steaming spirals like Hokusai would portray them, sans the outlines. There are no outlines in the world, the in-itself of indefinite gradation and passive membership in a brotherhood of ricocheting sameness. No, there are only outlines in the for-itself of the for-itself of thought, cognition, conception, platonic relationships, of which the Swan Princess has had her fill, thank you very much. For now a modest account of her wanderings, an unassuming memoir of sorts, a hesitant travel journal, and its flourishing assortment of notes, reflections and episodic sketches in her head was what kept her tethered to the wily world, her body serving as mediator to that world just as her glasses mediate between her eyes and the world's kaleidoscopic Kabuki with its urgency of a spectator sport with inflexible rules. Mediation abounds.

Posted by James Bradley on 10/28/12







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