Converstations with Dr. Cox

i will respond to your testimony forthwith. as such:

artist(jack)s of sociology(your ginger b.)
x: time is kinda weird, no? I traveled threw it kinda hard in the last few days...
G: We tend to assume time is linear (or maybe at least it is written into our bodies this way. birth. decay. death...jetlag because we were not made to fly so fast in the air between here and japan). However, some assert that where many see a time-line, others feel the divine circle; the feminine aspect of time. And although I do feel a line (probably because i have been culturally programmed), i also sense what you do. eternity in a nutshell.

x: what are you thinking right now?
G: Einstein said, "Imagination is more important than knowledge…The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift."

x: youi the phonetic combination of you and i, lesser the redundancy of "and"
G: hot... also, youi: verb. to accidently turn your car in the opposite direction while getting road head.

G, "is it tomorrow there?"
x: it was tomorrow, but now that i'm back i'm not sure. it is probably still tomorrow there, but they don't know it, just like we don't know that it's yesterday here. also: what's a "jambo"?
G: Jambos: noun. Attire worn with which to assume optimal comfort for sleep. Usually refers to a camouflage pattern as seen in "Rambo."

G, "don't you feel excited to be alive right now?"
x: yeah. duh.
G: Well, for your information, I'm told that there are many who feel simply plain tired, devoid of excitement.

G, "like how do people look at you there?"
x: most use their eyes.
some see us with their hearts. those ones are especially special rarities. others giggle when they walk past Aaron making hand gestures that mimic his awesome mustache.
G: Jebus, I like Aaron's photos. give him a hug from me. you guys are fucking adorable.

G, "is your drawing style affected?"
x: um, large buildings are not squared off at the top. there is no obvious functionality of reducing usable building footage other than ascetic practices. Consider that some businesses within kyoto have been functioning for over three hundred years. somehow... the invisible flow of chi is appreciated.

to be here has affected my drawing style, yes.
also, i will never be the same.
G: how does "the invisible flow of chi" fit in your life? how does Amerika do it?


G, "how are you integrating love into your creativity?"
x: check this out: good versus bad is an obsolete binary system.

but binary systems are easy for the human mind, right? i will divide objects in space in ways that create two from one. order into chaos, not yet reversed.
so instead of the old obsolete binary system how about something fresh:
change and love
in this case "and" is not redundant but a subtle reminder of metaphor, i, the third entity.
but shit, i'm still working on seeing all people as family.
you know, i'm sick of winners and losers, heros and villains, war and competition. i would much rather use the lens of change and love than good vs. bad.
G: Most of our dialectic/programmed ways of existing in Amerikan society come from the Liberal Englightenment Theorists. We are products of a few dudes (and some chicks, too), mostly in Europe, writing about "the individual," "freedom," and the "equality" of humanity sometime in the 1600-1700's. While simultaneously calling for equality, we were using slaves to build this country and giving smallpox blankets to Indians. I know we're all well aware of this irony. But isn't there something beyond a new kind of relativism? There is something beyond believing binaries are obselete. Some things are just plain bad and I hope that when the time comes, I will have the courage to call them out. I try to live in love, but in the words of Iris Murdoch, "Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real." Maybe we're saying the same thing, darlin', or at least feeling it. But then again, "We are artists because we are ourselves" (Anne Truitt).