One wonders every time one sits down to post, why this image? There is a considerable element of fear involved, and the attendant self-doubt. One questions one's motivation. One wonders if one, in pursuit of some goal that one can never really define and so cannot ever really achieve, one is merely becoming decadent. One has looked at an entire gallery of images and then selected and then pulled one off the screen because, one asserts inwardly, to oneself, it has something unique to communicate. But what if, what if, one thinks in the darkest recesses of one's soul, what if one is simply being clever or coy? What if one is totally washed over in self-reference and no longer searching the true search of the artist ... the search for meaning that connects the moment with eternity, the self with the multitude, the here with the everywhere. Here we have a Manhattan with three glass vases, the boxes of cheez-its facing back forward, and one box of cheez-its in the farthest rank, facing forward, barely visible behind the rest. Does it have meaning, or is it merely formal structure, posing as art? One fears. One doubts. One never knows.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Cheez-it Manhattan
One wonders every time one sits down to post, why this image? There is a considerable element of fear involved, and the attendant self-doubt. One questions one's motivation. One wonders if one, in pursuit of some goal that one can never really define and so cannot ever really achieve, one is merely becoming decadent. One has looked at an entire gallery of images and then selected and then pulled one off the screen because, one asserts inwardly, to oneself, it has something unique to communicate. But what if, what if, one thinks in the darkest recesses of one's soul, what if one is simply being clever or coy? What if one is totally washed over in self-reference and no longer searching the true search of the artist ... the search for meaning that connects the moment with eternity, the self with the multitude, the here with the everywhere. Here we have a Manhattan with three glass vases, the boxes of cheez-its facing back forward, and one box of cheez-its in the farthest rank, facing forward, barely visible behind the rest. Does it have meaning, or is it merely formal structure, posing as art? One fears. One doubts. One never knows.
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This isn't the same Jim Dobner that goofed us into a road trip to a monastery in Kentucky during the Cambodian invasion only to discover that Jack Daniels distillery (yeah, we took the tour and no taste testing) was in a dry county! If you're the same sucker, I got a picture of you next to a sign commemorating the first successful leg amputation. I've been incognito since.
I was on that trip. As I recall you couldn't figure out how to load that off-brand 35mm camera of yours, and you blew the shots that would've changed the course of all our lives.
when you two guys finish having this out, remember: it was manhattans that brought you back together
sincerely,
THAT james dobner
i didn't read your post; i read the new york post. okay, you got me. i can't read. now are you happy?
Okay, I've been a bit busy lately, but I have looked for that fucking roll of 35mm and you and your catamite are on it. It's burnt into my memory. Okay, so things are bit hard to find the way I've been living lately. The dog finds things by smell, but pretends not to. My boys use video game controllers that work for everything but their own clothes, books, soccer balls, rechargers, plane tickets, condoms. Me, I struggle with multiple prescriptions, so it's always random. But that's how it began anyway. But when I find it, you'll have a web presence along with all those milk carton kids, those pedophile websites, wood cuts of Dred Scot escaped negroes. How many of your Manhattan drinking friends know you once lived in a house locally known as, "Big Pink." And you lived with another guy. Was arson involved? Tell people what that was about. Local press said "roaches burned to a crisp at Big Pink." I don't think they were referring to your entomological roommates.
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