Room 22 was born on the 11th of October, a few days after my mother’s birthday and a few days before thanksgiving. We didn’t gather in robes around a fire with candles feathers and a mask signing to god, exchanging drops of blood although that would have probably be equally intriguing; we simply rented a motel room.
After a night of taking pictures/video, we reflected on nothing.
The next day, over breakfast we truly realized absolutely nothing.
Over the phone, In the bus going home, we were already THE ROOM 22. (we just happened to mention it all at once)
Our vision of the artistic process came together in response to a growing feeling, need, to identify ourselves to a collective.
The trend was there, it had passed, faded, diminished, slowly to be replaced by the importance of the individual, turning the work of art into its own separate entity. Art is suddenly greater than any interconnection to the present culture.
Its existence is untouchable, it is not subject to debate, art is art because we say so.
It has grown to be this way, the individual has lost itself in its transcendence and so did the value, the meaning of its existence.
There is a need for change, a progress, an entire statement that could identify and go beyond our generation.
The collective shapes an artist fantasy of art as a entity beyond ones self, self sufficient, aspire-able goal.
Sharing the inspiration defines it.
Sometimes it feels as if only through others can you really reach the distance towards yourself, the space needed to objectify and demolish your creation.
Does Art either grow on art or destroy what was, to construct the new?
Entirely yours,
Marie Jane
theroom22@gmail.com
514.885.0141
Picture by Richmond Lam.
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1 Comment
October 12, 2009 at 3:50 pm
there is not alot of poetry i like, but i must admit, i have enjoyed what i have read here.