SWISS ARTIST ANGELA LYN PUTS JAKI IRVINE’S SNOBBISH SENTIMENTALISM (AT FRITH STREET GALLERY) IN CONTEXT BY ASKING A VERY BASIC QUESTION:
‘Now I might get the sign of ‘sentimental bullshit’ hung on me. I hope not!
The blog says: got something to say? Then go for it! So I will.
I have a busy head since I read Rodrigo’s post today and continue to pursue it whilst reading Avila’s. The argument around the decorative use of the image of the underdog is valid. My post however, is not specifically directed to this as such, but rather to the subsequent questions it triggered in me.
How does one act to further change and promote an open state of mind in others which is conducive to understanding? If someone has made such a film that fails to address the essence, how would you get that person to reflect on a more essential level? What makes people get real with each other?
We seem to be in a time of extreme polarity. But what if we are edging towards new territory, driven by the existential need to connect with other human beings and share language that touches us genuinely? What if things are stirring underneath, in the crevices and cracks, where that which is no longer sustainable, shifts increasingly towards transformation and life itself.? And if so, how do we face the uncertainty that goes with such change; the lack of identity, the insecurity and the fear of loss and failure? How do we bring argument beyond the point of judgment such that it promotes reflection?
What if we make ourselves responsible to get beyond the era celebrating “monuments of monumentality? How do we recognize signs of effort in others and how do we respond such that this might result in effective change? The first thing that comes to my mind is to cultivate the ability to listen and within this, listen to how one listens to others, then ask oneself, what am I hearing and would I listen to this? Listening is difficult and it takes time. The minute one stops, something breaks down and is lost.
If I try to visualize such an emergence, one that can barely acknowledge itself as being one, I see something immensely fragile, confused and unaccustomed. This is actually perhaps a breeding ground for poetry, but for that it needs a sense of receptiveness, and by this I don’t mean a lack of differentiation, I mean a sign of interest: to engage and get beyond judgement. Otherwise there is a danger of simply flipping the coin, which essentially means nothing evolving.
A very simple image comes to mind: A woman complains because her man never does the cleaning. She goes out and he decides to vacuum. When she comes back he says beaming, I cleaned! She says, you forgot to vacuum under the table. He says, to hell with this.
What I am trying to say (and which I am certainly struggling to articulate) is perhaps we will need to listen with empathy in order to further change in an effective way. Just a thought.’