I’m thinking about how to begin this portion of my residency. Modern and on the web, I imagine that the last thing anyone wants to see is a block of text. It isn’t fancy and it isn’t flashy, but I hardly feel that what reproducible images I can make are truly a representation of “Dana Telsrow: The Artist”. As I allocate room to review my artistic influences, I don’t think about paintings or works. Ideas of the artists are what really make me feel excited. My art will of course exist in physical forms. After all, as far as I can tell, that is the form in which I exist.
Documentation, attempt, archival, communication, appropriation, retrospect and introspect and extrovert, investigation, digestion, translation, invention, and any word ever. And oh boy here is the big one… meaning. I’ve always been very interested in reproducing the state of life preceding the presence of an internal monologue. It would be nice to imagine abstract art movements as nouns that share this desire, but I can’t tell if that is what they are or just reactions to art.
There must be a place for writing that is based on ideas, but doesn’t care to dress up a thesis, or convince the reader of anything. A type of writing that doesn’t assume that there is an audience. A type of writing that isn’t in itself an indicator of anything that is ultimately unknowable.
Times have come when I have thought that the ability to create in these senses is only reserved and taken with liberty by those who have been deemed to have license to do so. What is there that we can actually devote an energy to with the intent of remembrance? Even now I think to the title of my post and ask myself if it is engaging enough. The introduction to a piece of writing must draw the reader in and make them want to continue. One should never begin a text with a question less they be perceived as a child appearing on Reading Rainbow. I learned these things from my 7th grade English teacher who thought that I could be a linguist someday. She referred to the trash as File 13 and made me never ever use the top line of a piece of notebook paper. Certainly she made an impact on my life, but I can’t allow it to hold a place of much importance since I assume that “microwave a sponge for 2 minutes to disinfect” scribbled on a torn piece of paper is a message I can live by.
What I’m getting at here is GOALS. Goals are a method of evaluating progress and achievement. For example: To be a successful musician I should try to tour and sell lots of records so that I might be able to support myself financially with earnings from doing an activity that I enjoy. State of the music industry aside: ∞. It is ironic to end a sentence like ∞. ∞ is a factor which influences greatly how I consider anything. Because I know that ∞ is a possibility, I must consider anything as a possibility. My life has a point A and a point B. I assume that the possibility of ∞ is less than, greater than or equal to 50%. For this reason I have to reevaluate GOALs. Is a goal useful if my life simply goes from A to B? Is it useful if ∞ exists? GOALs are tools that I can use between points A and B. They serve a purpose in the period of possibility of ∞ known as “life”.
Reading anything that I might write about ∞ could be useful. It will not lead you anywhere. It could lead you to a place where you realize that you have not been lead anywhere. I would argue that in this case, one has definitely moved, just not arrived.
Over the course of the next three months, (my residency at ps·z) I might not write anything like this again. There will be an OFFICIAL video within the next few days. It isn’t like this. But it is.
alert(‘just testing’)
Hello test,
Did we pass?
Thanks,
DT