Character Actress
I act like a character of a girl I can imagine, a girl whose life is like mine.
She is a piece of walking art, something observed and considered and pawned into one story or another, like a replaceable image of something claimed to be unique.
Iāve heard it said, āremember that he does not think about your artā. And I donāt have the naivety to believe that men care about my art outside of caring for my attention, saying the rights things to arrive at their desired outcome.
A man I liked very much looked at my drawings and paintings and told me he had never seen anything like them, that I should do something real and big with my work. That was the last time I saw him.
But what if I am my art?
The way I walk, talk and appear, the things that I do, that is my greatest artistic undertaking. Art in the tradition sense comes from the parts that my being canāt hold.
The character I live as is a figment of my imagination, someone constructed from my visions of other lifetimes and bits and pieces of cultural artifacts. Whatever Iām doing, itās a thing thatās both intentional and cluttered with blurred edges. I feel so young these days and I revel in it.
I listen to music and always believe that I am the girl in the song. āHe would always laugh and say, remember how we used to play (Bang Bang)ā
Art about women is art about myself in my mind because I am a woman and I am art.
I eat my lunch in the square and look at the trees swaying and see a man dancing alone without music. He gets it. Life is the greatest art form.