… after my little moan yesterday about the shortage of funding in my artistic career I am now back with a THANK YOU, to the generosity of everyone who does support the arts.
Now to be specific: my project! Of course there is the list of assistants who have helped, the people who have not batted an eyelid when I told them that I would push a human sized dungball around the city.
I am impressed with the people who saw the performance and who just stopped to help push this dungball like as if they were helping a pensioner with a heavy shopping bag. Somehow I managed to make-believe that my action was one that had purpose, that was leading somewhere and some chance passer-byes shared this journey with me, helped me along with this absurd burden, helped me arrive at the end of my route.
You can do the most absurd thing but if you do it with purpose other's will share in with you on this path to achievement, on this experience. I am proud of those people, who suspended their rational thought and just dropped into my temporary reality. There were some really beautiful moments that I shared with some of these strangers of whom I only got to know Jerry by name. Jerry came out of prison only two days before the performance and he saw me and somehow thought that his good deed would be to help me up this terribly steep hill that was going to defeat me if I had had to tackle it on my own.
I would like to really say Thank you so much to Jerry, who shared a really human touch with me and the dungball.
Purpose, is it in what we do? Or is it in how we do it..?
Today a friend asked me if a part of me enjoys the struggle. I think he referred to life. I haven't quite come up with an answer to that yet, but I enjoy the achievement which seems all the sweeter and rewarding when it was hard earned.
But the bottom line is that I enjoy the peace in life above everything else. But I don't think peace is something that you achieve in the same sense as other achievements, peace is pretty illusive.
