After an unseemly war, indeed any conflict worth its salt, holding hands with the foe in a see-through wrought iron creaky elevator makes for the perfect imaginative indignity. More so when the mechanism is empty of surplus pounding hearts, black widow spiders on heat and coy venomous snakes. Yet when bereft of such additional intrusive living creatures one must be at pains to ensure that the whole world does not fall apart, otherwise the word ‘art’ would never again have true meaning. That would never do.
For the sparkling arty-farty ones exclusively, due care must be taken to ensure notoriety remains an ambition; freedom of mind and body a lifelong quest whether or not the appetite to break free of the tedium of being lingers on. As a rule of thumb, ‘no flight of stairs for the gifted when grand elevators abound is all one needs to know; is sufficiently dreamlike to qualify as authentic art’.
Likewise, vintage photographs count for nothing while the draped in sepia naked muse lives on. Since time immemorial those who were born as ‘un objet d’art’ frolic as they fancy. It has forever been thus. Whether they be the permissive beautiful ones or radiant freaks of nature they all know well who and what they are. Often, they end it all prior to satisfying their desires. Perhaps that was their aim all along? Likely it was. For them, perpetually ignoring inconsequential new horizons surpasses both ambition and quest. It is the way of artists and art forms. Importantly, at the point of last breath the true artist will, of faultless narcissistic necessity, share all secrets, even the debauched ones with indiscreet chatterers. A legacy is a legacy after all.
In terms of the rest of us, the talentless majority, save for the studious chain smoking, purer than pure scientists and bed hopping, mouthy lawmakers, the longing for something unfathomably substantial is all there is to cling onto. Sadly, it is not unusual for such a burning hunger to attract sticky falsities as the folly of consuming groomed ideals and ideas holds sway and a perilous numbing of brain cells fast develops. Some seek solace in swilling large gulps of heady alcohol while others, those immune to charity, seek to feed off remnants of unsalted humanity.
Melanie Safka – ‘Leftover Wine’Dec