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February 03, 2010
Emptying my bag, but holding onto treasures
If you are like me, once in a while you empty your bag of the usuall flotsam and jetsam of the vast mess that is your life and discard the contents into the dustbin of your personal history. Out go old bills, receipts, shopping lists, notes to yourself, letters from others, old cinema tickets, miscellaneous and no longer relevant bits of paper..
If, on the other hand, you're not like me, you file everything neatly, and so you should!
I often find old newspaper cuttings holding something I judged at the time worth holding on to.. Until the time of letting go..
Below is one such treasure; if you don't like it , I have others.
"Art is a way of making reality more present. We have been taught to oppose reality with the imaginary. But the act of making coherent sense of the world is already an imaginative construction. We are constantly distanced from reality. It lies beyond our world. Art brings that reality closer. Without it we are literally lost, homeless.. " (Simon McBurney, Theatre Director, The Independent 19 November 2009)
I like that very much - Art as homesickness; a yearning to come home, or rather to feel at home wherever we are.
Posted by Marzena at February 3, 2010 11:43 PM