it's curious that post apocalyptal imagery these days is almost always hideous - we have moved completely into the realm of the dystopia. In all things - if we are as evil and destructive as we are good and creative - maybe PAF's will be similar to what we have now.
For me - as a collage artist and poet/anthropologist I wonder about the use of objects in such a time.
What will become precious if we lose the means to make new stuff. As the stuff in the world decays and disintegrates what will we treasure and how will we store it?
I began making books!
For me - as a collage artist and poet/anthropologist I wonder about the use of objects in such a time.
What will become precious if we lose the means to make new stuff. As the stuff in the world decays and disintegrates what will we treasure and how will we store it?
I began making books!
My childhood was haunted with thoughts of how I would survive an apocalypse, and I never pass up the chance to watch any version of that future, even if it's Hollywood action! I hadn't thought about what would make that world beautiful. Thank you for the food for thought!
ReplyDeleteOur need to make beautiful is intrinsic, I think Emma.
ReplyDeleteImagine the joy of the fragment. A tiny piece of the before now. How would you store and display it? what would its worth be - what stories would travel with it??
__Ah... dystopia; Orwell used that word more than once in "1984," and I had to look that word up, in 1959 or 1960, as I read about Winston Smith... never forgot the definitive value of that -little used- word.
ReplyDelete__In this progressive decline of morals, civility, hand skills and culture, and in this fraud of politics... we may not yet be in a "Dystopian Realm," but... .
__We can only offer what peaceful, and gentile beauty we can, and if all did so, >as are you< that word would be a word of the past.
I think we, and the world, are as we always have been.
ReplyDeleteThink of criminals transported over the world because their own legal system couldn't contain them.
Of faces eaten away by the lead in face paints.
Villages moving as the smell and refuse of the middens poisoned the land and people.
And yet, at the same time, the beauty we create in this - music, painting and love!
As humans we contain the whole spectrum - we are as humane as we are inhumane
as monsterous as we are kind and loving!