How do I tell someone that when he stands too close to me in a room full of people who are used to seeing a space where there now is none...how do I tell him what that means? How do I explain when words are inaccurate and actions, though clear, will cause unwanted anxiety? Well, I suppose I wouldn’t tell him...at least not directly.
But those sorts of emotions and thoughts seem so priceless and worth the effort of something not cliché. There must a place and time for them some where and my head is certainly not a proper storage place. So I find a way to tell him, and I nail it to a piece of wood, cover it in a mound of clay, put it in a video, and overpower it with music. It’s never certain he’ll see it, even less certain it would mean anything if he did. But it’s there, and it’s done, and all I can do is wait.
I suppose it’s somewhat self-involved to be putting such things in the world for everyone to view. However, I know the world to be a much less lonely place than it seems, and myself to be much less unique in thought than I feel...or so it is my hope. As for calling it art, well, that’s just an added bonus.
Celeste Tegtmeier