Tuesday, August 3, 2010

every injured soul needs a silent hand to hold

I visited Mirror at long last, for the art installation It Was a Blur.

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This has actually been up for three weeks now, but I've been so busy the past few days. I needed some quiet.

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This? Is that quiet place you seek. This is that still center point. This is a blur--of motion, of time, of decision.

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Static.

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In some places there are poses. In some places there are things to buy, things to look at.

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There are a series of notes, each more or less in a spiral, walking outwards. They're small, and you can pick them up and take them with you.

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I plan on scattering mine on a small isle I know...

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I know I will need to come back again. I've been there twice, to that distant, vague space, suffused with white and grey. I'll need to return at least once more.

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There are birds, there are boxes, there are clouds. There is mist. There are lit bricks along the pale path. There is industry and evaporation. There might be music.

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There are two figures, standing in the haze. One carries the other. Are both looking up, or only one? It's hard to tell.

I stand behind them, peering through the cold, pale mist. I read the words, endlessly rotating, around the procession of figures.

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Don't be afraid..

Okay.

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Antoine de Saint-Exupery once said, "Perhaps love is the process of my leading you gently back to yourself." This is that space. This is that moment.

There is a tattoo for sale, on the ground, as all the items are, moments of slightly brighter color against the white. It says, Everything's going to be all right.

I bought it, even though I only wear one tattoo, and have nearly since I arrived on the grid. But it seemed important to own.

Everything's going to be all right. Yes. But right now...it's a blur.

Become part of Blur while it's here; you have until the 16th of August. Then remember it when it's gone. All good art touches us, and then departs, or we depart from it. This one, I have a feeling...will linger.

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