Questions: Take 2
All good things don’t last, Great things on the other hand—that’s what dynasties are made of.
Days slip away into lofty hues of color fashionably bruising the sky into darkness.
The process a natural phenom; epic in proportion—nothing less. Still those of us too busy buzzing hustling bustling buzzing busy bees direct from here to there, point A to point B, from sea to shining sea.
The glory of transition lost in translation, only to become proper mundane.
What’s really going on though? Sometimes I wonder if anyone really knows. To ‘know’ what does that even mean? To hold a specific concept as true, still each experience lived develops into a unique truth specific to the relationship of cause. Unduplicable, yes there is possibility of common perspective, nonetheless truth in its purest is of the upmost subjectivity. In this case, to each ‘is own.
The power of the native rest in the ignorance to the instruction of the settler
Rather we have been objectified under the repulsive claim of colonial ‘freedom’.
Our truth is buried in the subaltern, beneath the weight of violent rage.
Two brothers. Both riddled with proceedings of time and space, of this world and beyond. Death who are you and what do you want? Time…mom, dad what is time? Can you tell me? Can you help me figure this out? Sleep…drift off into a place suspended in the ebb between this world and that unknown. What a place to find yourself, can you imagine? Have you been there before? Time. Space. A rupture in the peace of this present; a break in the logic of rationality. Gone, too far gone. These dark companions, uninvited haunts. Back again. Two brothers. Each waging his own battle. Wrestling with time and grappling with space, swinging axes—chopping away at time and slashing veraciously into space. Questions questions question. Could you help by chance? You, do you have the answer?
What holds your attention ransom and weighs on your psyche?
what lies hidden in the shadows of your mind waiting to ambush your dreams?
What keeps you up at night?
Night folds itself into the peaking of dawn, tucked tight around the edges. Mammy couldn’t have done a better job herself.
O yea, don’t forget to stop and smell the flowers.
Reflection and Response.
the LIFESTYLE’s role is to create collective space for active Reflection and Response through the arts. This space is built around dialogue, expression, collaboration, and artistic (ex)change involving international craftspeople and their realities. The Porch Swing series opens up a Reflection and Response residency where we feature a Collective member’s ongoing project through weekly installations.