The Reason My Work has Value
This is an increasingly insular, isolated world that we live in, despite such technological advances
as the internet, fast food, and personal transportation (in fossil fuel guzzling death boxes. <sarcasm />)
We no longer sing around the campfire, and drum, and dance. Nor do we gather round the piano in the parlor. We plug our headphones in and
listen to songs and books we have bought but can no longer even share, due to digital copyright laws and
Digital Rights Management.
We go out, and "meet" people in the loud, dark disco/nightclub
where we cannot really see and cannot truly have conversation. We can “friend” someone without ever looking up from our device —
we want to stay connected, be in the know, on the fast track, but are we not driven further from the here and now?
it is instantaneous, but who are we avoiding at the moment?
Are we ever truly in the moment?
We are bombarded with information, mostly processed images, flat and flat, moving images,
three dimensional images, with one of those dimensions being time.
all with an agenda. Most with something, or some reason, to sell.
diatribe, diatribe, diatribe
I believe that everyone would want to, like to touch , use, own, something handmade, something crafted by hand
every now and again. I believe this, unlike the mass produced smooth plastic disposables, puts them in touch with,
back in touch with, thier humanity, humility, mortality.
In a very real sense, it puts them in touch with me, and I with them.