“It’s scary to be that vulnerable, to say things that are that truthful. It’s much easier to use irony. The striking thing about his work is that he doesn’t,” – Laurie Anderson on Antony
this resonates with something i’ve been thinking a lot about recently. truth and sincerity and idealism.
and it worries me that there’s no tangibility in that in a way that i’m familiar with. i dont need to draw well. i can just make patterns and lines and be happy with that, while i go on with other things and directions and movements
but i did start off thinking i was going to write about idealism, because Ollie asked a few people to write about their vision for the future and i want to write about idealism, but i realise its not the right word. it smacks of privilege, perfectibility, idealism has been enlisted by the mainstream as a tool for telling me how i ought to be. i want to reclaim idealism where each can attain their own perfection free from you know, “things”…
so perhaps its something like what Ollie does, escape into that world of oddities, obscurity, quirkiness as my perfectability and honesty to myself and who i am (little i)