… while thinking about my habit of useless explanations lately.
I was taught, if I can’t find the right words it wouldn’t stand in the world. This comes from a place where there is already no room and still – it exists without my help. A beautiful contradiction.
If I had the words I would use them. The fact that I don’t have words for what moves me makes me choosing a medium that is not bound to words. If I could explain what I was doing, I would be a writer.
When I did presentations in the past I was always taught to explain them. As if the pure act of coming up with explanations would help people to grasp. This resulted in me collecting lukewarm explanation before or after and then doing what I wanted anyway. So why would I even spend time designing these little detours or maybe more important – is it useful for the people with questions in the first place?
If people argue with "right" answers, are there also "right" questions?
If someone would ask me, why is the sky not red, I wouldn’t answer because it is a natural given that skies are blue and there is no point of discussing something that is given and unchangeable. A question like:" Why did you make this line blue in the shape of a penguin?" invokes the same response in me.
Paintings have a language of their own. Attainable in time through observation. I would rob people the joy of exploration if I was able to explain it with words. The moment people ask about the penguin ( not that I ever painted a penguin but you know what I mean…), I was tempted to give solutions and answers where no general answers exist as there is not one language in the world. I can understand the urge to own what one might not understand immediately to have it in your orbit so to speak, but receiving an explanation will not leave one resolved and understood until the handed tool is not used as well.
So I free myself from the this particular habit of mine to explain the unexplainable, *dammit 
…maybe next time I write something about the beauty of contradiction and opposite truths because I spot them everywhere in here but I think I can settle on the complexity of nature for the time being…next time someone asks I’ll say: I do complex art. lol.
*in the spirit of Havi who was able to put it this approach in a more cohesive way on paper..
About Penguins and “right” Answers
… while thinking about my habit of useless explanations lately.
I was taught, if I can’t find the right words it wouldn’t stand in the world. This comes from a place where there is already no room and still – it exists without my help. A beautiful contradiction.
If I had the words I would use them. The fact that I don’t have words for what moves me makes me choosing a medium that is not bound to words. If I could explain what I was doing, I would be a writer.
When I did presentations in the past I was always taught to explain them. As if the pure act of coming up with explanations would help people to grasp. This resulted in me collecting lukewarm explanation before or after and then doing what I wanted anyway. So why would I even spend time designing these little detours or maybe more important – is it useful for the people with questions in the first place?
If people argue with "right" answers, are there also "right" questions?
If someone would ask me, why is the sky not red, I wouldn’t answer because it is a natural given that skies are blue and there is no point of discussing something that is given and unchangeable. A question like:" Why did you make this line blue in the shape of a penguin?" invokes the same response in me.
Paintings have a language of their own. Attainable in time through observation. I would rob people the joy of exploration if I was able to explain it with words. The moment people ask about the penguin ( not that I ever painted a penguin but you know what I mean…), I was tempted to give solutions and answers where no general answers exist as there is not one language in the world. I can understand the urge to own what one might not understand immediately to have it in your orbit so to speak, but receiving an explanation will not leave one resolved and understood until the handed tool is not used as well.
So I free myself from the this particular habit of mine to explain the unexplainable, *dammit
…maybe next time I write something about the beauty of contradiction and opposite truths because I spot them everywhere in here but I think I can settle on the complexity of nature for the time being…next time someone asks I’ll say: I do complex art. lol.
*in the spirit of Havi who was able to put it this approach in a more cohesive way on paper..