Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
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Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Αναθεώρηση Part 9: Created . . .



create [kriːˈeɪt]
vb
1. (tr) to cause to exist
2. (tr) to be the cause of 
3. (intr) to be engaged in creative work
 [C14 create, created, from Latin creātus, from creāre to produce, make]

As is often my way, I look at definitions and etymology to understand the meaning of words – as well as usage.

In terms of “what I have created” in 2011, I have focused on things that I caused to exist, things that I was the cause of, as well as things that I made or produced. There is a subtle difference…

Moreover, what is “created”, is by definition, something that did not exist (at least in this way) before its creation. One cannot cause something to exist if it existed previously – that would be to “re-create”. To this end, to create is to give birth, to give life to something that without one’s action, involvement or intervention, would otherwise not exist. Or at least not in this way, or at this time. 

1. Relationships
In 2011 I created several new friendships and relationships – or perhaps I should say I “co-created” them with willing people. 

To describe friendship I will turn to C.S. Lewis: “Friendship arises out of mere Companionship when two or more of the companions discover that they have in common some insight or interest or even taste which the others do not share and which, till that moment, each believed to be his own unique treasure (or burden)…It is when two such persons discover one another, when, whether with immense difficulties and semi-articulate fumblings or with what would seem to us amazing and elliptical speed, they share their vision – it is then that friendship is born. And instantly they stand together in an immense solitude.”

What Lewis means by the solitude is that when one forms a friendship with someone, one forms a connection based on the unique shared vision of those two or more people, and by definition this connection thus disconnects those people from others. They affiliate among each other but disassociate from others – thus creating solitude for themselves.

In this way I found myself enjoying new and expanded friendships in 2011 and as a result created additional solitude for myself – and perhaps for others.

2. Pain
I created much pain for myself in 2011 – and indeed others created pain for me as well (just in case I was running low!)…

But by and large the pain I suffered last year was my creation. I mean of course both physical and emotional pain.

I created significant physical pain in the accidents I suffered and the resulting injuries and surgeries, but I also created psychological and emotional pain through other kinds of accidents and the resulting “injuries” and “surgeries”. Interestingly, to continue the analogy further, both kinds of pain in 2011 for me involved some kind of amputation, removal etc – a removal of a piece of either body or soul, a detachment.

Both kinds of pain heal with time – although it is also interesting to note the parallels between physical and psychological or emotional pain when it comes to scarring, closed wounds, and so on.

My shoulder for example will never work the same way again, and my finger will not grow back. I will always have the scarring on my legs from the other accidents. The pain has reduced or diminished but there is lasting damage that will change the course of how I live, move, function. 

Maybe the same wounds in terms of anxiety, self esteem, self image, confidence, and so on will leave scars and lack of function? As we grow older and suffer more emotional and psychological trauma –whether self inflicted or by others – do we also accumulate more and more emotional scar tissue leading to more and more emotional disability?

I think perhaps we do – and the only thing that counterbalances this decay and growing disability is our mental capacity to comprehend it and learn from it – to attempt to avoid in the future the things which have hurt us in the past.

The other great truth about pain is that we have no pain memory. We literally cannot recall or remember pain. This is a protective mechanism our psychological function has developed to help us escape the terror and misery that repeated memory of pain would cause. We know we suffered pain, misery or discomfort but when we try to recall it we cannot feel it again.

Sadly it seems to be mirrored by an equal inability to recall the feelings of comfort, joy and happiness.

I created my own pain. I will deal with the scars it leaves behind.

3. Laughter
I created laughter again in 2011. I am gradually getting my humour back and it’s great. Still not where I used to be, but making people laugh is enormously rewarding and a proper laugh from the belly works wonders for the soul – and so it is a great pleasure to be able to provide that for people and to create laughter. 

If a big belly laugh isn't available, then even chuckles and smiles are pretty good soul food, so I don’t mind cooking those humour snacks, if the big banquet of a laugh is too hard to manage . . .

But it is good to make people laugh. I like that.

4. Art
When we think of “Creative” people we often most immediately think of art . . . but I believe creativity is manifested across many aspects – indeed nearly all aspects of our lives and existence.

However, art is a uniquely creative outlet because I think in part it is not required. We do not need art to live. It is not something that relates to any of the key biological functions that we need to complete to sustain life – and yet it can at times be so essential.

For me it is both something to appreciate and to create. When appreciating art – whether painting, music, sculpture, poetry, prose, photography or whatever form – I am seeing information and expression through someone else’s mind and soul. So I am learning about them and about the subject that has inspired their art.

Thus when I create my meager outputs – this essay writing, my occasional poetry & prose (never shared but with a very select few) or my music  - I am communicating information and expression with perspective. I want to tell people about the thing that inspires me AND how I feel about it – what exactly it inspires in me. And so I needed to create art. And it became an essential outlet for my mind, my heart and my soul.

I have needed it since a child and constantly sought routes to self-expression – finally settling on words and music – and very occasionally photography and images.

So I had no choice but to continue to create things in this area during 2011 – and it was of great comfort and help to me to do so. At times this “creation” gave me great pleasure – and at others it soothed the pain. . .

5. Thought
I did a remarkable amount of thinking in 2011 - by my standards at least – and it was very satisfying. I’m not sure my thoughts amounted to an awful lot, but as an exercise it was invigorating.

I’d honestly much rather spend an hour thinking hard than running hard –although I recognize that a balanced life has both!

I created quite a bit with my thoughts this last year – not least of which was the creation of new parts of me . Let me explain. . .

In thinking I became conscious. I became aware. In my awareness I found light to see things previously obscured by the shadow of ignorance or unconscious – and thus I understood some things. And in understanding I created new parts of my consciousness, my experience and ultimately my intelligence.

Abstract I agree, and as I say, I’m not sure my thoughts amount to much or have particular meaning or import, but they have “bulked up” my brain, exercised some “mind muscles” and helped me pass some wonderful hours with a strange expression on my face of curiosity and satisfaction combined.

Apart from bulking up my brain, and passing time, the thoughts I created this year ended up being passed on as advice or counsel to some, written about in this blog and discussed in many conversations here and there.

All in all a reasonable output. . .

6. Anxiety
Another thing I created a great deal of – and wished I hadn’t – was anxiety.

Both in myself and for myself – and also for others.

I worry about some things far more than I should do (and yes, others not enough – like most of us) and when I get anxious I tend to go to town. But that is generally my problem. What is perhaps more important is the anxiety I created in others. . .

Whether through insensitivity, stupidity, risk taking, or simple things like a lack of decent communication or explanation, I created quite a bit of anxiety this last year and much of it in people that I care about and who – by definition – care about me.

I wish I had been less selfish and more thoughtful.

7. Relief
Happily and conversely, I also created quite a bit of relief this year also – some in conclusion to anxiety . . .(for example: he isn’t dead, it’s just a finger. What a relief!) . . .and some in response to a need to be put out of other misery or given the reassurance that it will be ok.

For some reason I have been gifted with a certain amount of ability in terms of making others feel safe and secure. It might be my height and size or it might be my nature, which is to “protect & serve”. 

Whatever it is, I seem to be able to create relief for people easily and this is something I am happy and proud to create – as I am also in relieving people’s anxiety about me as well . . .

8. Anger
I created a lot of anger in 2011. Maybe not more than other years, and even perhaps less than some, but still more than I would have liked.

Out of insensitivity or lack of thought on most occasions I frustrated people, disappointed them, let them down, and a host of other things which culminated with them feeling angry with me. I created their anger and my punishment was to receive it.

I hate people being angry with me – it terrifies me in a very primordial way – and I usually go out of my way to avoid making people angry – even when they have made me angry. I don’t like conflict and I don’t like discord – particularly with the people who are close to me.

So to all those people who I created anger for – I’m sorry. For anger doesn’t just hurt the person who it is directed at, the angry person suffers too.

It is an ugly emotion.

9. Tracks
In 2011 I created a lot of tracks. By which  I mean I left my trace on the world – with tires, jet fuel, footprints and the wake of boats.

I travelled literally and figuratively almost non-stop. My route karmic in the main, and leaving a unique trace by which I can be not only uniquely identified but also held accountable.

No-one went the way I did, at the time I did. A track or trace’s uniqueness is not only the specific contact point between them and the universe but also the specific time. Logically, no-one else could have been me, in the place I was in, at the time I was in it – thus I leave a metaphorical track behind me like a slug leaves slime. I was there and I can now never NOT be where I was at that time. It has happened. Like the letter once written then burned, it can never be unwritten.

And so I created a lot of karma in 2011 – and which doubtlessly will greatly affect and direct my future.

Even on the trips to the supermarket . . .

10. Mistakes
I created a lot of mistakes.

I fucked up. I got it wrong. My judgment was out. I sinned. I failed.

Nothing I can do about them now and regret only serves a purpose for a while before it turns into a cancer of your future and paralyses every possible choice, move or decision you might come across again.

So I created mistakes – and just like the anger and the pain I created – I’ll live with them.

11. Peace
I created peace. A little for myself – I wish a whole lot more – and I think quite a bit for other people at specific times.

After joy –which is a lovely word and an even lovelier feeling – I think peace is one of the most beautiful experiences / states we can attain. To create it for oneself is a good thing, to create it for others is a big gift.

I managed both, but not enough of either.

PS. This post is dedicated to KP - who is thinking about writing some stuff. Go for it I say!

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Venice Biennale #7 - Il Ritorno...

And so the weekend comes to an end...

A two day excursion to VIP land and Venice combined - with a little art and pasta thrown in.

I have mazmiz'd Venice with great delight and had a very pleasurable time.

Seeing this city after so many years has been wonderfully refreshing. The return to the Land of the Sand a slightly depressing reality - although it is home in some sort of way and that is always comforting...

I think I may come back here in the autumn for a long weekend - a far more agreeable season than summer to enjoy this city - and perhaps devote some more time to photography and strolling.

While the "art crowd" are not my cup of tea generally, it has been nice to be in an environment where art belongs. It has also been good to see the Arab world represented at this Biennale - and important to see the level of participation and acceptance of different points of view and perspectives.

One thing I will advocate is the total and outright ban on "talking about art". If you have an opinion, please write about it or just think, but don't speak it.

"It was the use of acrylics in such a daring fashion that altered the paradigm and signified the replacement of the ego with a social dimension"...

"I couldn't believe the Russian exhibit - so banal dear. I was expecting to emote much more..."

"Her work moves me like a visual poem, stirring my soul. I particularly liked the used tires and bucket of saliva."


And so on...

I would rather have people eat crunchy apples in my ear than hear people talk about art... Apart from sounding incredibly pretentious regardless of the content and who is saying it, it is such a personal and subjective subject matter that to talk about it out loud is just plain wrong!

Once the wisdom of my ban has been accepted, punishment for talking about art out loud will include listening to others talk about art for hours on end. In particular to Americans and Germans - whom I had the great misfortune to be placed next to while trying to consume a cup of coffee this morning.

Other punishments will include the wearing of 50 dollar trousers to parties (men) and skirts which make the wearer's bum look enormous (for the ladies who talk about art out loud). These will be combined with cheap and unfashionable shoes and accessories.

I will start drafting the legislation now...

Venice Biennale #5 - Palestinian Pavillion

Palestine c/o Venice is the title of the Palestinian exhibition - also a first at the Biennale.

In the art world Palestine is a country, a recognised state and there would appear to be no reference to "territories" etc.

To see Palestine one has to go to the island of Giudecca - across the Grand Canal from Venice proper. There is a slight sense of "exile" on La Giudecca...detached from Venice, quieter and less intense.

As Cesare remarked, at least the people who come to see the Palestinian exhibit are coming with a purpose as there is no chance they could discover the exhibit by chance or accident...

The exhibit is in a delightful cloistered building on the first floor. Unlike other pavilions there is a proper sense of scale in Palestine c/o Venice and more importantly a proper sense of art.

The art is challenging, but it doesn't need the conceited, self congratulatory "explanations" that one sees elsewhere, nor does it rely on over contrived "artistic devices"... Instead through compelling use of multimedia including installations, animation, photography, video and sound, the exhibit communicates.

I must state now that I am not an expert of Palestine (much like 90% or more of the visitors who will see this exhibit) nor would I call myself an "art expert", but I took away strong messages from the Palestinian Pavillion - messages of hope & despair, joy & sadness, pride & shame, beauty & brutality.

People overlook the fact that Palestinians have children - children who have been born into occupation, oppression and obscurity - but children who still need to laugh, play and experiment within a hostile environment that prevents, limits and denies... People also overlook the fact that Palestinians were once children also. This art is the product of both that environment and its history and also the imagination of another environment of the future.

What perhaps impressed me most is the confidence and temperament of the exhibit. There was none of the "angry protest" that frightens and alienates neutral points of view and that is often associated with Palestine. Little of the passive / aggressive rhetoric so often replayed by mass media and none of the "victimhood on my sleeve" which while moving becomes congesting to many. This exhibit showed a Palestinian sensibility on both its own terms and those of the artists and also within the terms of reference that make some kind of connection with others and outsiders.

Perhaps this is what art is all about - connecting sensibilities without forcing compromise or confrontation? Perhaps this exhibit is an example of non-violent resistance?

I don't know - but what I do know is that I came away from it richer in experience, impressed with the artistic content and pleased that this exhibit stands head and shoulders with the artistic output of all of the other pavilions.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Venice Biennale #2 - La Venezia

Following the final arrival at the rather pleasant Hotel Splendid in the heart of the district between San Marco and Rialto, I checked in and grumbled at the receptionist about my water taxi "non-experience". In typical Venetian fashion she explained that the airport desk was wrong. Full stop. As though the airport people being wrong made my nearly two hour journey to the hotel by foot, over cramped water bus stopping at every bit of seaweed and then foot again, ok.



Well it didn't but I gave up on complaining and went in search of a reviving espresso and my colleague Cesare who, as the name might suggest, is Italian.



Espresso and Cesare both located, we set off to visit some exhibitions - including Morocco (not bad at all), Monaco (not good at all) and then down to the Arsenale area (where the militarily powerful Venetian city state kept all its weaponry in the past - and where it now appears to keep its art, with the warehousing now turned into art galleries.)



This city is just achingly beautiful. There is no other way to say it. The people are lazy and arrogant at times, everything costs a fortune and it takes twice as long to do anything here compared to anywhere else except perhaps Cairo.... But it is amazingly glorious in its fading charms... The close-up shot may not be the desirable one for the "old girl" but the right light and pose and no city is more beautiful...



A long series of excursions on various vaporetti eventually saw us ending back where we'd started and visiting the exhibitions of the UAE (hmmm), Turkey (excellent and interesting), Chile (different and also interesting) and a couple of other country exhibits I failed to note...



The evening was devoted to eating - of course. Cesare and I were to dine with three of his clients from a large Italian bank. In typical fashion Cesare's strategy was to book a minimum of two restaurants and then allow mood and which had a better table to guide us. This at the last minute in the second busiest period in Venice annually... Of course he was successful.



Now I have always believed that one should put oneself in the hands of locals entirely when planning any recreational activities in a foreign city - and especially when it comes to gastronomy. Cesare was born less than an hour from Venice and did not disappoint. A wonderful family owned traditional Venetian restaurant that would be impossible for any tourist to know about and even less likely for them to find it was our destination for the evening.



We dined on local crabs, baby octopus with an orange and balsamic reduction, a fritto misto (very traditional dish in the Veneto), spaghetti with local lagoon seafood and herbs, pepperonata and some lovely wine. I am not going to name the restaurant or even the neighbourhood as that would risk spoiling it, but it was a superior experience from the perspectives of food and ambience - although the service was lacking in that characteristically Italian way... Lucky we weren't in a rush...



A pleasant stroll across the Rialto bridge to deliver one of the female clients to her hotel and smoke a small cigar and back to the hotel for a brief encounter with a Monaco based millionnairess whose friend owned our hotel. In fact the chain of hotels. She was, as we were, most distressed to find the bar closed at 1.30, and we chatted about the world and art. It turned out she is half New Yorker and her sister lived in a condo at the St George in Brooklyn Heights - the old building of the hotel which my great great grandfather built and owned at the end of the 19th century and a well known landmark in NYC. She nearly invited me and Cesare to her suite to drink the bar dry, but seemed to think better of it and toddled off....as did we. Only in Venice does one become midnight friends with a millionnairess!



Today is about Ps.... Palestine (the country's first exhibit at the Biennale), photographs (not possible to be here without taking some pictures and trying to capture the mood) and parties (big gala event this evening at the Peggy Guggenheim museum followed by private party hosted by the Abu Dhabi Authority for Culture & Heritage.)...



But I'm off to start with a B. Breakfast!

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Art World Fashionistas - HELP!

Ok. It's now officially confirmed that I am not a "dedicated follower of fashion" as Ray Davies of The Kinks put it - unlike EVERYONE else on the 'plane to Venice...



The Biennale is notorious for its air kissing lovelies who fly in to Venice every two years to be fashionable, gossip, preen and show off generally against a back drop of art, culture and the stunning environs of the city of the Doges.



In my portion of the 'plane - the front end darling (air miles for me of course!) - I am the only man without either a pony tail or sculpted facial hair. I am the only man wearing trousers that cost less than 400 dollars and my hand-made shirt feels suddenly cheap and down market...



There is a chap sitting across from me who I have flown with before. He is a multi-millionnaire and lives in Dubai and Monte Carlo, owns a large yacht, several businesses and lives his life of luxury flying around and sailing, running his businesses from his BlackBerry.



A bit like me except for the multi-millions, the yacht, Monte Carlo and sailing...and his trousers are at least 500 dollars. I can tell.



An enormous American lady (if the accent didn't give it away, the volume would) just sat next to me and is wearing Jackie O sunglasses (on board the plane) and a stretch lycra dress in a rather vicious electric lime green. My breakfast is considering a break for freedom as a result. She is complaining about having to walk up some stairs to the plane. She may have burned a calorie or two so is doubtless concerned about feeding soon. I'd have her down as a wealthy heiress who spends daddy's or grand daddy's millions flying around the world patronising the arts....



An anorexic tall grey haired pony tailed art-type is chatting vigorously with a crop haired lady who looks like a lesbian novelist but could be a poet, photographer or sculptor. She is also intensely fashionable but in a menacing, slightly butch way. I am sure they have ordered the vegan meal and will practice some hot yoga during the flight...



Ah - some diamond encrusted super branded Arabs - probably Lebanese - have just boarded. They've been keeping us all waiting to take off, and now they're fussing over where they sit...they are more fashionable than me by a factor of 15 I'd estimate, but MUCH less fashionable than everyone else at the "front"... Although their jewellery / watches / accessories are conspicuously expensive...naturally.



It is refreshing however that I am clearly the most relaxed person in this portion of the plane. I am not suffering from fashion anxiety, nor worrying if my bum looks big in these trousers. I'm not remotely concerned about which exhibit is "coolest" in Venice - although I am interested in seeing both the Palestinian Pavillion and the UAE Pavillion - both making their debuts at this Biennale.



I am also looking forward to taking some "intimate" photographs of Venezia - the beautiful old lady that is the city I am travelling to... And to remembering my walks and excursions around Venice when I was a student down the road in Padua some 18 years ago - and the memories of that glorious "temps perdu"...



It is a good thing that I am not suffering from style insecurity and fashion anxiety - after all I am going to Italy where style is genetically transferred, where a tailor is more highly regarded and valued than a doctor or a priest and where fashion is a way of life.



I'll change into my sack before landing...it's Armani darling.

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