time
space desire
In any place of the world, at a corner of a street, someone may stop
you asking “one coin please?”
We may stop for a
second and
according to our mood and change in the pocket, give them a
piece of currency
or not.
Yet these people, the
homeless,
might have something we don’t have. We, always in a hurry
to get somewhere,
to get something (done).
Aren’t we missing our own space-time just as
badly as they miss that one coin?
How much would we need to pay in order to get for ourselves
the time and space that we would like to dedicate
to love (or art)?
From whom would we have to buy it? Our employers? Our academies?
Funding bodies?
The state, the social security system or the labor
market? Our wives and children or parents and neighbors?
From
ourselves? Could we get it in another way than buying? Could we claim
it?
Or beg for it, if we don’t have enough money to buy it?
Beg from whom? Beg from ourselves?

Let’s try:
“Iuliana, would you give me some time and space
please?”
“What do you need it for?”
“I want to make a portrait of the future man dying of lack of
time and space.”
“Who do you think would want to see
such things?”
“Man themselves. It would be like a new type of mirror, that
shows other sides of reality,
from a time still to come. Not that they
asked for it but it may serve them.”
“Sorry, I don’t have, I need to work to pay the
bills, go
ask somewhere else. But you should know,
begging doesn’t work
in
this society.”
“What then?”
“Applying.”
“What’s that?”
“Sort of begging but you’ll need a sharp discourse
and a smart portfolio to convince them you deserve it”.
“But we all deserve time, why pretend I deserve it more than
others? Begging seems more honest to me.”
“As you want, but it won’t work.”
“I’ll try anyway, it’s part of the
concept.”
“Sir, Would you please give me some time and space? One year
only.”
“What are your plans, methods and
strategies? ”
“I want to make a portrait of the future man
dying of lack of time and
space. It will be a
performance, I will
simply slow down progressively.
The sketch
is here in
front of you.”
Footnote: If some of today most acclaimed
contemporary art curators emerged from last generation of artists,
one might presume that the next generation curators are today's funky DJs.
The sage: Maybe you could make it more fun, more sexy.
Mira: Whatever makes them happy?
(sort of fiction)
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