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Symbiosis for a day:

Instant Celebrity: If I could be a famous person for a day, who would it be? Why?                   Ben Huberman

If I could be anyone for a day, it wouldn’t be Tony Abbott, as it would take me so much longer to fix all of the blatantly unfair mistakes he’s made.

Would I choose someone frivolous, or serious?

Since there will be so many bloggers out there who are most probably going to choose to fix the problems of the world, I shall be indulgent.

I shall seep inside a serious writer’s brain and observe the quandaries they are facing. Just for a day inside someone else’s head would be a revelation, I’m sure. This would hopefully make me a better writer.

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A romp in the art:

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What happens next?
(Thanks for inspiring the prompt Jen Baxter) Ben Huberman

Waking, I realized I was within the painting. Every step I took rang another musical note. Musical instruments of all sorts, piano, violins, flutes and oboes encompassed me in a Blue- green melody. Tiptoeing made the notes softer, but if I ran the music filled the room.

Soon others joined me, and together our steps became a harmonious orchestra. Jumping on the red brought a resounding blast of the cymbals. The painting relished the opportunity to fulfill a long lost dream of sharing its full potential.

Not only did the painting become 3D so we could climb it like a jumping castle, but it’s texture became soft and pliable. Flashing lights, sound and colour immersed us all in a delicious game. Rolling brought scales of delight from the timpani. The harp joined in when we lay exhausted having used up all our energy. This lulled me back to sleep where I found myself next morning curled up next to my beloved.
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The King with no Clothes: Break the Silence

Break the Silence

When was the last time you really wanted (or needed) to say something but kept quiet? Write a post about what you should’ve said. Ben Huberman

Attending an art exhibition opened recently made me consider the fairy tale, ‘The King With No Clothes.’ Looking at the catalogue later I observed; the more verbose the artist’ statements, the weaker the work, and less able it was to speak for itself.

Language is constantly changing. Maybe it is me showing my age, the fact that I find it hard to accept, every one now has an ‘art practice.’ What happened to painters painting, sculptors sculpting etc.? People make art now or are busy in their art practice. I find this very pretentious.

Some phrases that took my fancy in the catalogue:                                                                       ‘I ‘aim to explore the conceptual and phenomenological scope of this relationship.’

‘I think that making art and looking at art are coterminous experiences.’

‘The documentation of my lived experience within an endemic spatio-temporal environment is the cornerstone of my practice.’

Of course there are those artists who express themselves in a sincere and understandable fashion.

I can’t help remembering two of Matisse’ many quotations:                                                        ‘You want to paint?                                                                                                                          First of all you must cut off your tongue because your decision to paint takes away from you the right to express yourself with anything but your brush.’

‘Whoever wishes to devote himself to painting should begin by cutting out his own tongue.’ Matisse.

It sounds as if he meant artists should destroy their pens too. I would have loved to express a few honest words on the night, but held my tongue.

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