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Document Future by miss understanding
December 10th, 2007 5:58 PM
Please pull up a seat next to me so we can gaze into my crystal ball......
I see a scene taking place in the not so distant future. There is a young woman and she has a rough draft to write and...and...something is wrong. She has writers block. Terrible, terrible writers block. All of those great ideas she presented in class are not translating so easily on to her computer screen. Social problems, social movements, and social constructionism swirl round and round inside her head.
Time passes as she slowly cranks out paragraph after paragraph. She breaks to lie on the cool wood floor and contemplate why she can never do something simple, something a bit less on the fringe. Her mind starts to wander away on to other things, like the game that has been her saving grace as of late. She begins searching for that clarity her acupuncturist said she should be feeling. Settling for the artificial focus provided by a Red Bull and pushing down her disgust at ingesting that sort of rubbish, she gets back to lower cases and capitals.
Ah, the ball is becoming hazy. The vision is fading away, although it does appear as though she will finish what she started. It's late when she does, but I can't tell how late....the clock says 5 a.m. or maybe it was 2 a.m. For her sake, let's hope it is 2.
Ok, that will be twenty dollars. For another ten I will throw in some candles and chant your name while burning the incense of your choice.
I see a scene taking place in the not so distant future. There is a young woman and she has a rough draft to write and...and...something is wrong. She has writers block. Terrible, terrible writers block. All of those great ideas she presented in class are not translating so easily on to her computer screen. Social problems, social movements, and social constructionism swirl round and round inside her head.
Time passes as she slowly cranks out paragraph after paragraph. She breaks to lie on the cool wood floor and contemplate why she can never do something simple, something a bit less on the fringe. Her mind starts to wander away on to other things, like the game that has been her saving grace as of late. She begins searching for that clarity her acupuncturist said she should be feeling. Settling for the artificial focus provided by a Red Bull and pushing down her disgust at ingesting that sort of rubbish, she gets back to lower cases and capitals.
Ah, the ball is becoming hazy. The vision is fading away, although it does appear as though she will finish what she started. It's late when she does, but I can't tell how late....the clock says 5 a.m. or maybe it was 2 a.m. For her sake, let's hope it is 2.
Ok, that will be twenty dollars. For another ten I will throw in some candles and chant your name while burning the incense of your choice.
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posted by miss understanding on December 11th, 2007 2:58 AM
I enjoy work that morphs pop culture into something that causes others to think about the messages behind it. That sounds like an awesome exhibit. I need to get back up to Boston. I love that town.
I recently went to an exhibit at the MFA in Boston that showed some contemporary Japanese work. Some of the artists were particularly concerned with the concept of kawaii, or "cuteness" that is pervasive in Japanese culture. We have, as westerners, more recently gotten hooked on this idea, and hence we have seen the ubiquitous influx of things like your Hello Kitty clock. Some of the artists made artwork that reflected the typical styles associated with kawaii, but changed the role of "the feminine" within that context. Normally kawaii lends itself to the objectification of the feminine form (all that Japanese schoolgirl stuff, Sailor Moon, all that junk), and these artists were sort of doing that with all the bright colors and big bubbly eyes, but were including strikingly violent content that is not in line with traditional depictions of kawaii (obviously).
Anyway, seeing your feminist texts and the Hello Kitty clock just made me think of that.