Upon first glance I see retro angst and splashes of joie de vivre. Random bits of colour peeking shyly through a vast sea of been there, done that. Mutilation vs Glorification.
I wanted to be inspired. And I was. Only not for the reasons I had expected. I wanted to see something new- and instead I found something new inside my Self. Something waiting, something brewing, something that wil be born of frustration and a few glasses of wine.
Upon first glance I saw the artistry of pain. Centuries of being bound in a plethora of human devices- emotional, physical, illogical, and real. The strengths and weakneses and illusions. And suddenly, my body wanted not to scream like so many of them but to laugh, and dance and to shriek like a banshee on the night of a full moon.
And so I might. But this time, not out of despair or hope or any other such contrivance. But because it feels good and because I CAN.
Upon first glance I wanted to see some art. And then I wanted only to BE it.
Written by Megan Ejack,
on 21-10-2008 04:11
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