the desKILLED (art) academy results in objects that are only art if they are endowed with
hum. lucky for me, when i have to work so hard at sewing poorly — anti-craft, anti-machine — a production that is purely humanizing, sensuallizing.
how do i avoid moving from artist to strategist, from maker to machine producing just another consumable? how do i not become the very thing i rail against for it is in my nature to be judgmental, hypocritical, and much conflicted…the very thing i hate, i catch glimpses of myself doing.
“every poet and musician and artist, but for grace, is drawn away from the love of the thing he tells, to the love of the telling…” cs lewis.
when is art no longer art?
when is life no longer life?
when am i no longer me?
what happens when i become truly desKILLED?