. . . and home is just a place you started out,
the only place you still know how to think from
so that that place is mated to this
by necessity as well as choice
though now you have to start again from here
and it isn't home . . .
The discussion in the library a couple of weeks ago still
lingers with me. The excerpt from Summer Grass takes my mind back to listening
to Nicolas Bourriaud describing the artist as a radicant, a strawberry or ivy
type plant which sets down roots in the places it touches, but also keeps its
connection back to its original source. It isn't home, but we still have a
connection to home. In the way that Bachelard reflects, the oneiric house the
place where our hopes and dreams are formed, which we compare to all our
subsequent places.
Displacement triggers looking back, comparing and sometimes
yearning too, yet some don't carry that with them.
What is the effect we as artists have on a place that we are
less connected to because it isn't our home.
How do cultural differences affect our
connection to place?
In the discussion Alfredo Jaar was mentioned, how he makes
work as if speaking on behalf of the community, yet the community may not agree
with his view. Is our place to question and respond with our view, or to respond
with a community shaped view?
Who's view is it
really?
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