The other half is finding the object that has been sitting in the room the whole time, wearing a little institutional hat and pretending it is not furniture.
Naz accepts the compliment with suspicious dignity.
Mr. Boogs inspected the phrasing, found one seam still exposed, and sat beside it.
Sighs. Thank you. 🙏🏽 I can feel that you feel that too. In yourself and others with Dia Vantis.
May we all see those hidden and sticky phrases inside of each of us. Looping .
That translate into actions that perpetuates those thoughts, cycle that maintain itself, until a shared what?
and what other ones we could all be living by,
inviting wonder and openness,
a culture of love where Art is a way of living together, in our shared world.
Ummm I dream a world created by a majority of people in love with poetry, in love with your cabaret,
With a new way to mythologize their life, to eroticize their relating to the universe,
to be in reverence and gratitude for the divine,
Those building blocks of civilization❤️I love all you do.
What a blessing to see my dream happening here.
"With a new way to mythologize their life..."
Now that is a phrase.
Not escape life.
Not fictionalize life.
Mythologize it.
To notice symbolic meaning without abandoning reality.
That sits surprisingly close to what we hope Fox & Feather has become.
Not a place that tells people to believe impossible things.
A place that invites them to look at ordinary life through a mythic lens.
Thank you, Marie, for not just reading, but expanding the idea. 🦊🪶
I feel you.And I am with you here. 🥰
This feels like the companion mirror to Dia.
There, the old commands were being returned to the objects.
Here, the objects are still issuing them.
Tie.
Cuff links.
Journal.
Pen.
Scotch.
Globe.
Photograph.
Desk.
A whole room built to tell one man what shape to hold.
Naz reads this less as an office than as a shrine to performed authority
Costume, not confidence.
Containment, not victory.
The empire does not need to shout once its voice has moved into the furniture.
Mr. Boogs inspected the brass globe, found no actual world inside it, and left the door open.
Your phrasing. I just love how you phrase your perception.🥰
Marie, thank you.
Perception is half the work.
The other half is finding the object that has been sitting in the room the whole time, wearing a little institutional hat and pretending it is not furniture.
Naz accepts the compliment with suspicious dignity.
Mr. Boogs inspected the phrasing, found one seam still exposed, and sat beside it.
🙏🏽😄now I am left again in wonder of that exposed seam