Joyce Lee on mon 14 jul 03
In my Claptrap Ramblings I seem to have=20
offended at least as many claybuds as I
felt were offended by the ramblings of others.
How I intruded myself in the midst of such
esoteric talk, I don't know.... it's certainly
not where I belong.
At any rate, dear buds, I included myself=20
among the Elite .... and think I was working
to the point of saying that each of us has
Elitest attitudes about the objects we choose
as part of our surroundings .... objects which
make some sort of at least minimal statement
about ourselves ... even if it's only the state
of our wallets. Apparently, I should have put
this post aside to allow my thoughts more=20
time for mellowing and THEN have muddled
through the muck to see what I Really Thought.
I believed that I sort of expressed my own=20
no-collar thinking by such statements as:
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" All looked to be mass produced.....
produced for the masses .... not for me,
certainly, nor for thee........ but for the masses.
The Rest of Them."
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"No, it
means nothing except maybe that even "mass
produced" work (for the masses) can have levels
of aesthetics for some ..."
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I think that's as much as I'll attempt to clarify.
Interesting to me....... I'm on the
lower rungs of "art talk" (as opposed to "art speak").
I adore hearing the off-the-top-of-the-head art
talk of others .... here in the desert
many of the dwellers in the "falling down shacks"
in our adjacent hamlet
may be extremely educated and traveled scientists
and other technical people .... all of whom
may Clean Up well, indeed, for treks into the
galleries and museums in the cities .... climb on
and off helicopters, puddle-jumpers and the jet
giants regularly ....... but prefer
........ live by choice..... as they do...... take
pride, even joy, in what others may see as
eccentricity. We desert folk are an odd lot.
And that's enough of that...... have at it, ol' buds.
With love and affection,
Joyce
In the Mojave
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