I’ve been reflecting in the last day or so about what it means to stand beside someone, as an individual or as an artist.
I really do feel that context, introduction and curatorial engagement are integral to my experience of art/life/love. I cannot separate things from each other, I don’t believe in the absolutely distinct, the unique, the indomitable. Everything is interconnected, whether we like it or not.
I appreciate the random, I’m curious about chaos, I want to take chances, but I also feel that my every experience is grotesquely cumulative: that which is happening now is tinged by what has happened before, what is happening in tandem, what I hope to happen in the future. Experience is the lens through which I see and am seen.
he said it’s all in your head, I said so’s everything but he didn’t get it
Which I think is just a long way of saying, Doubting Thomas and I have our poetry film collaboration, “Just before you died”, featured this month in Wunce Magazine.
It sits in there beside the joy of Hiatus Kayote; the moments of light and dark with Elizabeth Hosking; the revival, not play of Alex Grant; the thinker toy tailor of Justin Boehme; and the deliberate, precise, exquisite painfulness of Chrystal Ding.
Do check it out. I think you might enjoy it.
eleanor j jackson 