breaking things
What is a disruption, really? A disturbance? An incongruity? What is an interference? When our patterns get mixed up or messed with? What happens when harmony meets dissonance and inconsistency? When the squeaky wheel gets the grease? When normality, or whatever that means, confronts absurdity? When your chickens are counting and hatching, simultaneously?
What do you call it when where we are now diverges from where we’ve always been? When it splits with all we know? When we find ourselves at variance with what we call typical?
It has many titles. A flaw. A failing. A disparity.
It goes by many names. An issue. An obstacle. An affront to all ordered decency.
But really, it's just what life is. It’s just what happens.
No matter what you call it, no matter the word you use, it’s an opportunity. It’s the chance to be changed.
You can’t have your cake and eat it too, they say, but you can’t make a cake or an omelet without breaking a few things.
P.P.S. - ICAD Day 52-54
P.P.S. A submitted 10 pieces for conisderation in an upcoming exhibition at Five Deuces Galleria in St. Petersburg, Florida. One was accepted! So if you’re going to in or near St. Pete between 8/4 and 9/14 stop by and check it out! The accepetd piece is below. It was originally created to accompany a poem written by
What’s that old saying?
To improve is to change.
To be perfect is to have changed *many* times.
Congratulations on your exhibition entry!!!
Congratulations on the exhibition! What an honor! I’m not surprised a bit!