Friday, March 15, 2013

On the Fear of Death

   Let me not pray to be sheltered from
dangers but to be fearless in facing
them.
   Let me not beg for the stilling of
my pain but for the heart to conquer it.
   Let me not look for allies in life's
battlefield but to my own strength
   Let me not crave in anxious fear to
be saved but hope for the patience to
win my freedom.
   Grant me that I may not be a
coward, feeling your mercy in my
success alone; but let me find the grasp
of your hand in my failure.
    
   - Rabindranath Tagore,
     Fruit-Gathering

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Homo Faber


  As  Homo Faber Mr. Wickerson’s  show  was well planned, but has a relation to an apocryphal and scatological tale of an old Inuit man , which I should like to recount now.  Rather than be  acculturated/institutionalized in government housing;  they have taken away all his tools: knives, spears, fish hooks ,sled, etc.  He steps outside the govt. shed drops his trousers,  defecates  into his hands, and molds it, lets it freeze into a knife shape, uses to kill the first dog, which he skins. He fashions a sled out of the bones ; traces and harness out of the skin ; harnesses the other dogs  and mushes out into the blizzard.  Michael determined to create  a show with nothing but his hands and plaster,; he’s a person who does what he intends. - Yours Russell Ferguson 2006