Un Mundo Distraído
A Distracted World
(Insert French translation here. Currently avoiding the language, which, let me tell you, has been impossible.)
Welcome to my thinking space.
You know it’s important when it’s hanging on my bulletin board. Metro tickets, pictures of Chicago, a letter from my pen pal, 3D glasses, an old lift ticket, pictures of the beach, an Alice and Wonderland sketch that depicts her being very late, and artwork done by those who I consider closest.
Anyway, here I’ve been doing a lot of contemplating. This topic was partially sparked by my Anthropology of Meaning class, but lately I’ve been thinking immensely about how we express ourselves through language. It is similar to expressing yourself through art, however, unlike pictures, words already carry definitions before we receive them. We already have a predisposed understanding of words due to the dictionary and our experiences. In art, on the other hand, no one and no thing is telling us what it means- only perspective dictates what we gain through looking at it.
Although we all receive the same dictionary definition, words still carry different meanings for each person. For instance, your right could be my wrong, and what you consider bad, I consider good. When we realize that there is no distinction between you and me, these categories fade, leaving us with only one category- life as a whole- that we all take part in, no matter what angle we perceive it from.
This concept is what I have called “technicolor”. It’s a mindset. Technicolor is a place where there is no black or white, right or wrong, good or bad. Opposition does not exist. There is no straight, no gay, no real and no imaginary. In technicolor, life just flows, freely, without regards to the categories we feel like we need to live. Why must things be organized into either this or that, success or failure? Meanings become lost; where fuzzy emotions lie, many people feel the need to put words to it, to define it. But while we are defining it we are concurrently taking away its authentic meaning- like trying to put a picture frame around clouds, around a river, around anything that cannot be contained.
For this reason, language depicts our reality and shapes our world, sometimes manipulating it from true reality. At the same time, through metaphors and our infinite strife to explain our lives, we create ideas that would not come into being without the words existing first. These ideas are what communication and relationships are made of, and luckily, I find that art and our physical bodies can make up for many things we cannot express accurately with predefined words. Art and body language play a big role in living in technicolor.
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Featured Artists: Rafi Talby (if you see this, I love you) and Rafal Oblinsky
It would be so beautiful to sail on clouds, and there would never be a shortage of wind,
but the Engineering students told me it’s impossible.
Yeah, well, maybe in their sense of the word.
(Impossible is impossible for Vladmir Kush)
Nature’s art.
Keeping warm.
“As a child the world will shape our language, as an adult our language expression will shape our world.”
~my friend Sao
My new blogging adventure:
When I was 7, I lost my tadpole.
I’m just as clueless how it happened as you are.
I woke up and it was gone.
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