so what does it mean to video myself painting and painting over a video of myself that is being projected onto the canvas that I am painting on and then project the end result on the canvas that I was working on?
it's like creating the noise of the world in my studio
it's like a sonorous mass
it's like working out a painting and a video simultaneously
it's like the textures are buzzing
it's like chanting a melody
it's like a riotous celebration of the sound in my head
it's like playing instruments in ways that they were not meant to be played
it's like an ugly, etherial, self absorbed, self appropriated beauty
it's like a-tonal
it's coming from a sense of dread
it's like a self imposed limitation
it's like writing a film in response to the score
it's like what it's like when something just makes me laugh
it's like being reminded to keep a sense of humor about myself
to name and claim every past me
to remember that just knowing that there is a wall is sometimes all that is
needed to be ok with this moment
to never be afraid that the underlayers can one day be viewed
to value that dancing that is really just nervous shifting and wringing hands
voice that judges because its just another me
the ability to be uncomfortable
everything that I make because it is supposed to be here
the ability to be honest enough with myself that I am
comfortable flipping myself off.
I am necessary
am good enough, smart enough, and gosh darn'it, people like me.
it's like creating the noise of the world in my studio
it's like a sonorous mass
it's like working out a painting and a video simultaneously
it's like the textures are buzzing
it's like chanting a melody
it's like a riotous celebration of the sound in my head
it's like playing instruments in ways that they were not meant to be played
it's like an ugly, etherial, self absorbed, self appropriated beauty
it's like a-tonal
it's coming from a sense of dread
it's like a self imposed limitation
it's like writing a film in response to the score
it's like what it's like when something just makes me laugh
it's like being reminded to keep a sense of humor about myself
to name and claim every past me
to remember that just knowing that there is a wall is sometimes all that is
needed to be ok with this moment
to never be afraid that the underlayers can one day be viewed
to value that dancing that is really just nervous shifting and wringing hands
voice that judges because its just another me
the ability to be uncomfortable
everything that I make because it is supposed to be here
the ability to be honest enough with myself that I am
comfortable flipping myself off.
I am necessary
am good enough, smart enough, and gosh darn'it, people like me.
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