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The first categorization was probably the artist. I had seen all this art. I had done a lot of so-called art. I tried a lot of different stuff, drawing, painting, lithograph, etching, sculpture, pottery, design, wood working, etc., but I suppose the revelation came when I realized that theater was art, and that there was this 'new and unknown to me' discipline, called street theater, wherein one is an actor in one's own reality. As a general rule street theater scripts were written ahead of time, and the players would go out an act their parts, which were based on political consciousness considerations. I improvised a new method, that became the most interesting revelation; that the world was a stage. Instead of observing the characters as if in the audience, as I had been doing all my life, the epiphany decided I was to play the characters, the enthusiasm equivalent to my degree of belief. And no one would really know except myself.
Of course the further idea was to synthesize the major characters into a single unified self. However I did not do this in my first year long experience of epiphany. The first six months were all fun and light, the vision and landscape of the artist. The second six months got more and more dark, paranoid, political and about control; the degrees of my control or lack thereof. There are unconscious controls. I had learned that many of these controls are absolutely necessary for operating in the present. But some are imposed by the conditioning of social relations. Some controls one wants, and some not. But the mechanicals free one from having to overly tend to the moment.
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