Friday, April 22, 2022

I spent time with an art friend all afternoon. I told them about my project for this class and what happened to it. They brought up a good point: maybe this is a more poetic ending. It got me thinking that this is. The story of this installation observation project is the story of my life. The object of my focus vanished in a way that was out of my control. I have no idea where it is or where it ended up, but it is gone. Only thing's I have are memories of it, and a loose attachment that was barely hanging on by a thread anyways. My plans for the project got completely shut down. But I feel much more finished with it. Out of sight out of mind, kind of. And a lesson learned in detachment and uncertainty, impermanence. I can learn more from a situation where I don't have much control than I can a situation where I have all of the control. It is okay that it is gone. I am okay and better off.