i AM VERY SMART
pen on newsprint and paper in lightbox installation
(statement adapted from James Black Gallery submission)
If the blow and go satisfies the adderall fueled needs of an increasingly frenetic society, then for whom is the lethargic rub and tug intended?
With an increased pace comes the simultaneous and contradictory desire to slow down; a need to reconcile what is gained with what is soon lost. But this slowness, rather than occurring directly in the arena of social life itself, instead swells within.
The data of experience is at once overwhelming and indecipherable. Yet sometimes, suddenly an awareness so profound will coalesce into a sharp and irresistible touch. Gasp! It all makes sense. And this understanding will desire to be communicated. What took so long to dissolve and digest suddenly takes shape as an eloquent turn of phrase or an off-hand truism begging to effect another body.
But there is only one problem. The language of your mind is entirely your own, rife with idiosyncrasies and peculiarities. You are smart, yes, but only to yourself (and sometimes not even then). To others you might sound an idiot. Or worse: pretentious. Thoughts stumble when forced to articulate themselves. But what is knowledge gained that cannot be shared? In the end, one person’s poetry is another one’s mundane prose, and this is yet one more kink to be reconciled with in a culture fast losing moments for pause.
I AM VERY SMART seeks to place the profound in close quarters with the asinine where the meaning of one can easily slip into the other, blurring the line in between. It hopes to re-centre attention and place focus on the intentionality (or impossibility) behind words.