Disfarmer
I’ve been thinking about sharing lately. The impulse to make art is roughly congruent with the impulse to share. Probably there’s more ego in it; perhaps not. I like Bill Frisell a lot. So I checked out his album Disfarmer. That led me to The Project, and the project to Dan Hurlin‘s puppets:
I wanted to share all this with the world, because I was moved, astounded, blown away. Pretty much, but not altogether, speechless. But then Shel pointed out that I appeared to be on the edge. Put it together. It was a matter of taste. Pretty much everything was a matter of taste. So what was it about the puppets and before them the pictures? I saw the answer, pictures, the images, didn’t answer. Looking at them I knew only that these people had existed. They were real and full, but nothing more. Ani that is what art does. It presents the thing in itself and refutes explanation. It’s a sharing that, if your taste runs that way, arrests rather than explains.
