Posted on January 9, 2019


Homage to Claes Oldenberg

I am for art that makes your heart thump thump thump.

I am for knowing myself by the heartbeat in my ears, the rushing of air in and out of my lungs, and the bits of string in my pockets. I am for trembling hands, palms that work, the finger pointing at the moon. I am for falling open to the world. I am for not knowing what comes next. I am for starting at the center of things. I am for cayenne-pepper chocolates. I am for the moment after you dive into a pool, before you touch the surface, when you are flying over undisturbed water. I am for closing your eyes when you eat.  I am for the slow strength of potato plants.

I stand for manifesting total freedom, authorization to act. To come up with bigger and more ambitious dreams that offer more and more to the world, taking us all up and up and up until we’re giddy with lack of oxygen. To restore a sense of awe to the world.  A sense of connectedness.  To know the oneness of the universe and express that instead of anything else, to live the universe, to be it. To give up the struggle. To stop arguing with mainstream culture. To be of this very moment, each contiguous unique one,  in your heart of hearts.

I am for art that demonstrates awakening.  I am for art that creates chaos out of order. I am for art that systematically repeats a mistake until it becomes a world-mending stitch. I am for welcoming the divine through simple practice.  I am for the beauty of things as they are. I am for art that describes inner space and points a way in.

I am for process. I am for droplets of rain catching sunlight on the windshield. I am for art that heals. I am for the inescapable, indescribable, invisible interconnectedness of mind and matter. I stand for coming to know death.

I stand for leaving it up to you. The you that is beyond your name, your body, your personality. The you beyond your identity, beyond your sexuality. The you that has no gender, no name. The you your ego is terrified of. The you that knows all things.

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