I saw it today, I saw it in print, saw it on Anne of Carversville's emerging power blog. It only took three words. I think the three words were intended as the title of a one woman art show somewhere in Gotham City, or was it New York? No matter, those two play about the same.
But did the artist chose those words? Is it possible she actually understood the problem, but had no voice other than her colors on canvas? Or is she just another of the multitude who suffers away a lifetime to the contradiction? Mux nix, the three words stand on their own. They define exactly how totally twisted the language has become... and as a consequence of that twist of implied meaning, that twist of shorthand convenience in support of mandatory immaturity as a condition of social acceptance... why so very many are so confused and helpless and hurting, trying to build a life when the very symbols they've been taught to think in sabotage their every effort from the get-go. What three words?
Love before Intimacy.
That has got to be the most impossible contradiction ever set into symbolic communication.
What is love, and what is intimacy, according to the artist? I'm not sure we can answer those questions without going to her exhibit. But it seems to me that, according to many definitions, love IS intimacy...
ReplyDeleteJochanaan, indeed. The classic cart before the horse syndrome.
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