Solitarity

The pendulum always swings back in the other direction” remains the faith based initiative for the banal hope of a reactionary tendency. “It’s our turn now” reimagines creative tendencies of yore in tome form. Such is the poetic justice of today as we progress five quarters past the inconceivable notion for those that cling. As the world of allies and alliences shatters into less and less recognizable form, distant revelations expose the notion of governing as the most paranoid actor on the block, paralyzed by inescapable representation. Can the arts project a less static notion of reality to the intractable indifference of the disillusioned? Who has not lost everything yet?

Don't Tread On We

The exhibitionist notion of the city as a quiet stage has reduced all hustle and bustle to a smeared blur. More messy than in styles past, we are left with a certain solitary experience of urban space when we finally succeed in tuning it all out. Dropping into an introspective void of structure and form the commons is not quite yet uninhabited.

Drink your champagne and laugh while you still can... Soon we'll gather in number that will make the ground beneath us rumble.
Drink your champagne and laugh while you still can… Soon we’ll gather in number that will make the ground beneath us rumble.

Moving on from a dearth of the neutral in the not quite objectified form, we escape the present political conundrums of climate and environment with the slow, deliberate meditation on the cyclical. Progress creeps in stark contrast to continued reclamation of the wild. Weeds and brambles track the seasons better than our derailed notion of progress.

Seemingly derailed notion of progress lives on in the macro.
Seemingly derailed notion of progress lives on in the macro.
Weeds and brambles track dreams deferred.
Weeds and brambles track dreams deferred.
Everything went green.
Everything went green.

How green can we be?

The new new grapes of wrath.
The new new grapes of wrath.
Action and answered...
Action and answered…
... at the help click.
… at the help click.
Shoot to buy.
Shoot to buy.

Is there salvation at the end of the tunnel?

Tunnel lovestance.
Tunnel lovestance.
Spectator mode sardine action.
Spectator mode sardine action.
A yarn of brash consequence - beauty absolute.
A yarn of brash consequence – beauty absolute.

To gather an overview with a positive notion it might be fun to pivot to the everyday creative. Leaving spectator mode let’s spin a yarn of sly circumstance.

The wrappings as the main event.
The wrappings as the main event.
Have a photo and a pedestal.
Have a photo and a pedestal.
In up cycled fashion...
In up cycled fashion…
... art mingles.
… art mingles.
Ambrosia...
Ambrosia…
... and tunes.
… and tunes.
Faraway sights...
Faraway sights…
... inspire caress.
… inspire caress.

Space extends beyond the pale – you may try the goods!

Space extends beyond the pale...
Space extends beyond the pale…
... work here, play there.
… work here, play there.
Faraday cage for semblance.
Faraday cage for semblance.
A different kind of...
A different kind of…
... sensory deprecation.
… sensory deprecation.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One final stop for future thought reborn: Detroit gathers a state of…

Emergency Nothing.
Emergency Nothing.
Perpetual fall photo wall.
Perpetual fall photo wall.
Crowds abound.
Crowds abound.
Wolf on wolf clothing.
Wolf on wolf clothing.
Circle makes a square.
Circle makes a square.
The art engages in light banter...
The art engages in light banter…
... while the artist stands by.
… while the artist stands by.