Do I have to paint a picture for you? : Coming to Terms with Bad, the exhibition

Posted: April 14, 2016 in Page 8: Coming to Terms with Bad

Do I have to paint a picture for you? Do I have to photograph the evidence exhibits of the Defense?

If you won’t listen to me, then listen to yourself. Don’t let the classic psychological reaction of denial get the ‘best’ of you. When it gets to the point where you are integrating the act of hurting yourself, physically or psychologically, trying to assimilate self-harm in order to live with yourself, only one conclusion can be drawn: you’re in a bad way. And you, me, we are the society we make up and it would seem evident that our society is on an irrevocable path, out of control, doing ever greater injustice—read harm—to us (to the individuals in the name of individual liberty I guess) and this irrevocable, out-of-control path that we are on is leaving no apparent clue, as of yet, as to how we can defend ourselves against it. Even if we see that something, something, is wrong, we resign ourselves to what we sense as inevitable. And worse, if our denial mechanism is sufficiently clever, we can even make a ‘decent’ life of it…for some time anyway.

Somewhere along the line we have identified being bad as being the future

Somewhere along the line we have associated being bad with the future, as being the future—and the future is a mental construct that the mind can not deny, can not deprive itself of. In effect, the mind can not conceive of our existence without situating it in time, without recording our passage from the past towards the future, as identified by the changes it perceives in our environment. Stephen Hawking is right about this much if this is what he has in mind when speaking of time lines and arrows of time.

So what does this all mean? : It means that somewhere along the line we have come to think that being bad is being ‘in’, ‘hip’, ‘modern’, and that at this point, not only do we want it (to be bad), but—if the laws of physics are correct—it can’t be otherwise, it’s beyond our control!

So, where does this all leave us? : It leaves us coping as best we can, lumbering on…tottering, leaving a sense of balance farther and farther afield, replaced by an ideal—which is nothing more than a perversion. We go on—drag ourselves along—from bad to worse, as long as it lasts, till we can no longer go, are sufficiently dead, and a new life can take hold. Here is my contribution, my effort, at coming to terms with bad.

IMPORTANT : For the more ‘technical’ explanations of the “Coming to Terms with Bad” work, refer to “The More Technical or Art-specific Explanations” section at the bottom of this page.


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