misceleney
I have decided to not wait tables for money based on this quote:
"The secret is to do a thing badly. If you serve someone spinach that
is cooked the way it should be, no one notices or remembers that they
have eaten the spinach. Wheras if you burn it, it shocks their
taste-buds and they become immediately aware that it is burned spinach
and they gain new insights into the characteristics of spinach,
cooking, etc."
-jean dubuffet
Surely there's a way to pay the bills while giving others new insights.
In other news I have decided that elsewhere is the closest thing I have to a home. Hopefully all Elsewheres distributed throughout the world that I end up encountering will become equally homey, given a newfound faith in light to radiate from the darkest corners of the dustiest attics of the whole world round.
At the recommendation of george & steph I am slowly cautiously poking my head barely in to the huge and seemingly endless rabbit hole of Deluze. Though he would argue that the bunny hole could be reduced in an ideal world to one flat plane; that the hole is not endless and is in fact made up of finely differentiated and finite multitude. But then I think of Borges' tales of perceptually endless yet somehow unimaginably finite libraries while living in a place where I've been four months in the same place noticing something new each day. All I can hope is to find a few good through lines through this ocean of looking that we all find ourselves in. Perhaps i am learning to find the entirety of the world's glory in multitude, strata, and vectors rather than more etheric, otherworldly, insubstantial humours; o, if only the whole world could be lain flat, then nobody would have to go to church. Maybe church is what we run to when realizing that the world lain flat would be too big to see in one lifetime.
All I can hope for is to see my corner clearly.
So here, have this photograph. This one here. It is a record of an ephermal weaving project done by one of Elsewhere's finest collaborators, Suzie. As a member of elsewhere's extended live-in community, this spider has woven a fiber arts sculpture near this bit of our electrical system, in collaboration with our carpentry and electric departments. Though it is a bit of a shame that Suzie used gossamer, given the richness of our internal archives, I was taken enough by this work to feature it on the internet to an audience of potentially everybody on earth.
So this web is a true living art; it catches all the food neccessary for this spider to survive, and provides a certain light & breezy intricacy to an otherwise drab corner. It injects her personality in to the space while taking care of a practical need; and her life, her dance is mapped out over the floorboard just above the hat factory under construction. She stays there all the time, waiting for visitors, hoping that they all become participants in the internal logic of her work. Like all things at Elsewhere, we are simply trying to make our places, leave our marks, and make it as beautiful as possible while being sensitive to the place we have found ourselves in.
