The Vision, Not the Theatrics
Who is naming, and what would it take to see them: not the climbers, but the floor?
Artists make more artists. And it’s not a compliment. What we need is not copy cats but people who understand the essence and can make.
The Floor
// THE FLOOR
The floor used to be a plane where what I believed in was held securely. It looked and felt like a floor. What I am discovering is that there are levels below that. Sometimes, I stumble on a hidden door leading below. Sometimes, the ground cracks and I fall onto the cold ground below.
I've realised the place I used to know as the floor runs on a transaction: belong by producing, by climbing, by being useful, by paying.
The floor I am beginning to understand is where we can lie down and notice where my back is not meeting the ground. Where that particular kink in the muscle is. What we are holding and have not let go of. A place where belonging stops being conditional.
Some of what I found is here.