ARTIST'S STATEMENT

This particular 'article' is actually a work in progress. I felt that using the structure of a completely fictitious journal would create something vaguely interesting, giving the piece a chance to literally evolve in front of the reader. There is no ultimate goal in mind at present, merely rumblings of the id forcing themselves to be heard in narrative form. I don't know how long the piece will finally be, only that it will end at some point. The trick here is to cross one's fingers and hope that the end result will seem something possibly cohesive, that the gestalt will vaildate what seems like (and arguably is) pointless mental meandering. If I were more talented (read: pretentious) I would deem it a novel of the subconscious , but only insofar as it is attempting to describe in its totality something that cannot be described.
Though resembling a journal, the events that take place in this piece are completely fictitious. Like any piece of fiction, there are places or characters or feelings that are drawn from real life (for what is art but an imitation of life?), but the point in incorporating them here is to give them an added facet, something that pushes them from the writer's reality to an ideal, to be distilled back into the reader's reality as something they can understand themselves. Writing is alchemy upon experience, of course, and words are just tools of translation.
My ultimate hope is that readers--(who am i kidding? a reader)--will find words in this that give dimension to thought processes that normally defy storytelling. The writing is (or is trying to be) obsessive, aloof, occasionally pretentious, often claustrophobic, both impulsive and calculated. The reader is deliberately left to decide whether the narrator is one person or a hundred, over the course of many years or one afternoon. Kind of like this whole web page.

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