They say that in ancient times, in a time before time existed, things were better.
They say at that time, before the tick-tock of a clock ever was heard, the beat of a heart was louder, clearer, braver, bolder. Even more easily understood, more clearly defined and definitely better. And they say that in the future everything will be rosy. The past is a has been, but the future is so bright sunglasses will be freely issued at birth.
They say that tomorrow with all her research, the depth of technology will be our saviour. Computers, supercomputers, nanotechnology, genetic engineering, ion propulsion systems and the like, science in all its wondrous ways will save us from the confusion and horror of today, will save us from ourselves.
They say a lot they do.
But forgetting the spin of politics, avoiding the din of advertising, beyond the marketing myth, in reality ours is a time of pragmatic fumbling. Writhing and wriggling, ducking and diving.
A living machination where no one can honestly, hand on heart tell the full story. (The truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help me abstract unifying force.)
Some call this chaos but in this place, in the spaces between the things taken as facts, despite the half baked notions sold as full course menus , wisdom can still be found. Between the undrawn lines , amongst the twists and turns, and the swirl of everyday compromise lies a very real and often hidden beauty.
Sometimes its a subtle understatement, an understanding, a mixture of everything and nothing, a confusing joy, a curiosity, a wonder awaiting discovery. A silent smile that says, "ah".
So when words fail, as they often do, I make art, because being is a doing word.