second person birds
I was in MoMA, watching Barnett Newman's intensely red canvascape (Vir Heroicus Sublimis) stare back at me.
Most paintings have a subject. And a bunch of objects. This one had a large bright redness, punctured by vertical lines. My mind, in search of a subject that's not there, imposes upon the redscape various entoptic phenomena.
My mind craves form. It wants symbols to make sense, subjects to exist, objects to relate these subjects to.
second person birds. Are these birds referred to in second person? Or is this the second person-bird? What do either of those even mean? why all lowercase? There's an urge to impose a reality, a form, a structure to what's fundamentally just phenomenon or a never-ending flux of movement.
Movement, movement, movement. That's all there is.
It's in the space of movement, movement, movement, where we break out of defaults, challenge existing paradigms and appreciate what truly is.
Written in response to the IndieWeb Carnival prompt, second person birds at the IndieWebClub meetup, Bangalore.
