I’m not much of a poemer or an artist, but last year I was feeling down and so I sketched out the following.
Initially, I wanted to write more about what was broken. However, it’s been so long that these feelings are vague and foreign to me now. I wouldn’t want to do a disservice to them by trotting out platitudes to cover up my gaps in understanding.
I guess this is the price of procrastination. Poem below in writing.
I don’t know what it is,
but I do know that it’s mine.
I know it housed a light within,
for when it worked, it shined.
One of my favorite paintings is Goya’s “The Dog.”
The Dog is the name usually given to a painting by Spanish artist Francisco Goya, now in the Museo del Prado, Madrid.
The Dog is one of the Black Paintings Goya painted directly onto the walls of his house sometime between 1819 and 1823. He did not intend the paintings for public exhibition.
I see a dog lost in a dark sea, struggling to keep its head above the waves, staring at an unfriendly sky. It speaks to me about the dark struggle that is life and the inevitably of death.
As much as I have become a “fan” of soul crushing existentialism, I’m also a sucker for Absurdism. Which is why I’m commissioning a piece of Goya’s “The Dog” with Facebook’s Shiba Inu sticker pack dog’s head.
Specifically the one where it is catching the frisbee, but sans frisbee.
The final result will look something like this:
I don’t want to print it out because I think the violence of the background expresses itself better through rough painting on a canvas. It would be nice if the doggo’s head was very crisp compared to the roughness of the background. Making it obvious how out of place it is in the painting.
To me it expresses the distraction from the horror of reality through digital media. I think it is especially potent because there is a chance that technology will be the ark that saves humanity and that the dog does not wait eagerly, expectantly, in vain.
The dog retains its skyward gaze, but this time in unbridled optimism. Not because there is anything there but even when drowning there is no reason not to choose to be happy.
I will call the piece: Bork into the void
The Dog – Wikipedia