7.6
exhausting things can be exhausting
A collection of thoughts, aphorisms, texts, references, quotes and images relating to A Thing for Thing A : an installation housing the plantsculpture artwork and featuring the performance THE THING IN BREATHING.
Showing posts with label growing pains. Show all posts
Showing posts with label growing pains. Show all posts
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5.2.
“To
kill an error is as good a service as, and sometimes even better than, the
establishing of a new truth or fact.” Charles Darwin
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42.
50 in 2020. 60 in 2030. 70 in 2040. 80 in 2050. 90 in 2060. 100 in 2070. 110 in 2080. 120 in 2090…
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285.
Can we talk? Somewhere not too public, not to private either.
Here is good enough... I have growing pains, it feels like my heart is
breaking. I am getting jammed in the crease, the whelm. I am gasping grasping
too often. So, I have recognised that there is a problem. I have acted on it,
been dealing with it. I am working on it. It being working with myself. I am
actualising things, beautiful simple things with complex innards. My tertiary
education is over, no more collaboration for me at least not in the sense that
I have pursued working with others. I am doing with what I have, very doable.
Hard as fuck. While I am in this unbecoming state of becoming I am finding that
working placates the mind. Everyone and everything seems unreliable. The second
guessing creeps in and replaces thinking twice all to often. As if I pictured a
different life. I have always done my own thing because I don't belong, it has
been good being on the experiential innovative side. (but) Now I feel it, the
not belonging. Nowhere. Seriously. Sleep evades me, tears appear. Its not like
I strive to belong but this alien feeling is tiring. Not my finest hours but it's a productive transition period. (2011-05-07)
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