Living in instances

Most artists do not inhabit all the instances of their art once they have released the piece in whatever form it may take.

Performing writers, poets, monologists inhabit the moments of their performance but not that of each of the audience, who brings all their “stuff” to bear: difficult upbringings, hard money, out of the head behaviours: good-old, bad-old rock and roll.

Maybe that is what artists do: call into attention all that bears upon any given instance: hereditary or epigenetic, the shapes of beliefs held in the moment of experiencing a piece of art. Begging of course the question as to whether everything presented AS art IS art? Can there be “bad” art? And where does who make the call?

But, is every moment lived by an artist an instance of their art? Is every moment lived by any human an instance of their humanity? Where, when and how are these lines drawn? “Work friends” or “real friends”? To be fully an artist can I be free of solipsism? Goes to efficacy, and indeed requirements.