Art and fear
I woke up this morning and somehow found myself swept into a drama that has been unfolding over the past few weeks. Everyone seems to be offering their opinion and after reading a lot of it I decided to sit back and think about it.
The only way I know how to look at things is from the standpoint of an artist, that is what I identify with, it’s what I have been battling for decades now and still there is no escaping. I am an artist and as such I comment on the culture and the society I live in through my work, my language, my tool is photography. I grew up in defiance, I was raised to question, to ask, to speak up. My whole life I have felt like I have been punished for it. Yet, I am grateful for having an opinion that is my own. I am happy to have a way to communicate it and most of all I am proud to have the freedom of fear to speak it.
What am I talking about?
Maybe it’s thanks to growing up in a system that blatantly lied and manipulated it’s citizens and thanks to my Father who always asked questions that made me think despite living in constant fear of persecution, that I never have blindly followed a trend. I have always been more of an observer then a consumer. I watch and listen, I process and communicate my ideas through visuals. There has been some discussion about this image, but mostly the whole idea of it’s existence was being swept under the rug.
I didn’t come up with the idea to offend anyone, neither did my friends who bravely and maybe even rebelliously stepped into the shoes of the imagined characters that I carried in my mind to create this image. It simply is a reflection of how my subconscious felt about my yoga practice. It was done with sense of humor as a metaphor and didn’t come from any kind of negative feelings towards my teachers or practice of yoga itself. After reading the current article in the New York Times and recent revelations and out-pour of opinions about people once perceived as gurus, this image to me just gained another layer of depth I never considered before.
Even with all that has been happening, I don’t feel betrayed or even disappointed, I don’t think it’s my place or right to judge others. As a mater of fact it is my responsibility to always strive to look at things objectively and make my own decisions on facts I know are true. Expecting perfection is a big burden to place on others and ourselves. Not giving up my power and giving in to peoples judgements and expectations is what keeps my integrity intact. That is the only way I can retain self respect and continue working and producing meaningful work.
I am still waiting for constructive opinions and commentary on this image. Perhaps it is time, the right moment that all fear can be put aside and true ideas can be shared. I hope for more than just sales and porn site spam, kids. Tell me what you really think, I can take it.