The End of History

The End of History

Let us remove all history.
Let us erase all tradition.
Let us purge ourselves of every story
until we arrive at this moment…
Adrift, but free of ancient ties.

Let us round all edges.
Let us soften the contrast between us.
Let us muddle all hues.
Let us blend in, fit in and slide in.
Let’s let everything go until
each and everything about us is
going, going…gone.

Nameless Historically Ambiguous Art

Historically Ambiguous Art

 

Let us forget the names of every bridge.
Let us forget the names of every street.
Let us forget the names of every building.
Let us forget the names of every river, stream and creek.
Let’s not rename but un-name everything.

Let us void anything referencing any moment
from any past anywhere at any time.
Then we’ll meld together and hum.

Let us make music into a single note…
A buzzing droning sound without words.
It’s what we’ll hear in our heads
after we’ve freed ourselves from history.

Let’s unburden ourselves of words by severing their roots.
Let’s excuse ourselves from all languages.
Let’s build another tower of babble and hum.
But then, what is that?

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Gregory Zeorlin 5/11/2017 @ 7:33am

Museum View

I’ve stated for years that all forms of art (visual, poetry, dance, theater, etc.) are mixes of magic, logic, chaos and order.  Some unique mix of these four components also defines the individual.  It was inspiring to observe this mix happening during a two-day pilgrimage to most of the museums in the Dallas/Ft. Worth metroplex.  In Dallas I visited the Dallas Museum of Art, the Nasher Sculpture Center and The Crow Collection.  In Ft. Worth I visited the Kimbell Art Museum, the Modern Art Museum of Ft. Worth and the Amon Carter Museum.  Every museum offers something similar to enlightenment as visitors contemplate the mysteries of what makes us human.  When we look at what others have done in the recent past as well as over the centuries, we see something of ourselves.  All art forms pay homage to the confounding ways we live in communities.  And yet art allows us to contemplate that which goes beyond living on earth. 

Look at the photograph I made of people sitting before a painting at the Modern Art Museum of Ft. Worth.  This image captures the magical part of the four part mix.  These people have taken time to stop and look at a work of art.  Many of them do not know each other and yet they sit together offering ideas about what they see.  They interpret what is before them by talking or making drawings which in turn reveals much about them.  Viewing art isn’t always about trying to understand the intention of the artist.  Sometimes gazing at a work of art becomes an opportunity to learn about ourselves.    

Making any form of art requires a creative force.  Initially the created art has little to do with the confirmations of art critics.  For better or worse, critics deem which makers are worthy of being presented to the public.  The marketing of any art form has the potential to corrupt the artist as well as those who view it.  This notion returns to my belief that we are a mix of magic, logic, chaos and order.  And if you wish to interpret the mix that makes up my art go to Zeorlinart.com.