Yesterday, with the help of a former student, I was lugging
bundles of sticks from a site where I had done an installation back to my
studio. I had no idea whether this installation had any meaning for anyone, and
I wondered why I even chose to do this. Of course, this was one of many times I
had chosen to make this kind of absurd effort.
What would a culture be like in which these kinds of creative
efforts by artists were not absurd, but were a norm accepted by the larger
public? Certainly not a materialistic, capitalistic one. Maybe one where beauty
and creativity were their own rewards.
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