|Maintaining the striders** against the wind, waves, and currents: ongoing|
This is the obvious, but seldom observed, fact of who's really responsible for me. After the mystery of how I became to be in the first place, of which I have concepts and notions but cannot personally attest, and after that unconscious first few years of semi-dependency, and setting aside scenarios of power and control*, well, that would be me.
The consciousness of that, the minute deconstruction, analysis, understanding, and construction of the next moment with clear understanding, is the art.
|The engineering, from cinder blocks to ropes, to electronics and metal fabrication, of twelve foot long green canal bugs|
I note in passing this intriguing concept from I think Richard Dawkins: for me to be here asking those questions about them, all my ancestors have to have been successful ones, both in the biological and artful senses, since "failed ancestor" is an impossible concept. The ones whose genes and ideas failed to be passed on to offspring are not ancestors.
|Pre-maintenance, the striders got shoved around the canal by winds and currents|
As we generally find ourselves, here and now, both profoundly free and equipped with tools, technology, and opportunities beyond the wildest imaginations and craziest dreams*** of any of our ancestors, who within many of their living memories lived lives, employed tools, and followed ideas which would have been familiar to medieval city-dwellers four hundred years earlier, these inquiries appear vital to me, along with the careful and sober consideration of their answers and the implications of them. Those may lead us onwards, but first we must ask them. It just happens that I am both comfortable, and enabled, to consider them on my bicycle. That's the connection, while spinning and relaxed, that I make with me, the artist of myself.
*scenarios which I in fact mulled over quite thoroughly, yielding some intense emotional reflection and rather dire memories which I omit here due to essential blog filtration rules. Believe me, I have personal understanding of this, and also have what I think would be cogent and valid reflections on it, but don't think that would be very appropriate to go into here. Perhaps another time.
**Canal Convergence 2014, Water Striders by Jeff Zischke.
***except for Asimov, Clarke, Robert Anton Wilson, PKD, etc, who are not, unfortunately, my biological ancestors