And Moses stretched forth his rod over the land of Egypt, and the LORD brought an east wind upon the land all that day, and all that night; and when it was morning, the east wind brought the locusts.
Robyn,
Yr response seemed pretty much like what I would expect, until you hit me with: “It’s people who are the something, not an idea that they might have.” I can’t tell exactly where yer going with it, but I really like the idea of it. Does it imply that the creativity – or “singleness,” if you will – of someone stems directly from that which lies only within themselves? Ok, no, what yer saying is that nothing inherently “lies” anywhere, that the “themselves” (“yrself,” “myself,” “ourselves”), THAT is it all along! Does this mean that Eben’s work with Jennie transcends time after all, that in fact to receive money for his work becomes a redundancy, & that the charm of his “masterpiece” – his Portrait of Jennie – is a charm coming not from her or from him specifically, but from “it”?
This would mean that the subject & artist are both obsolete, “artist” being used here to mean anyone who does anything resulting in a product – writer, fisherman, coal miner – & that the creative function of art itself is in fact meaningless as well. If everyone is creative, then no one is creative, & yet if no one is creative then perhaps creation does not exist at all. Might I propose that it exists but does not matter? That way, this letter – this potential blog post – THIS is my ingenuity, my purpose behind taking this class, behind speaking to you, behind EVERYTHING.
Is yr head spinning as quick as mine?
Brad.