I paint over my father's face. I have been tinkering with my father's face for too long. The experiences are equally valid, they apply to everyone without exception. If the earth continues to heat up like this, we will all perish.
It is always a question of staging on some stage, dining room, bedroom, office, factory hall or shopping center. Staging of what and why?
I have found that it generates a certain aggression when I say that it is not about the what and why. It is only about the how!
It is not about how we stage an existing or imagined what and why, that is, how we realize it. The actual task is to answer the question of how to stage the staging itself. That is the real what and why of our staging or narrative.
So the question is how we extract the elements of the staging from the givens of our existence and how we distribute them on the stage. It is always about the how of the composition. I would go so far as to say that this is the actual task of our existence. Everything else is the attempt to escape death by subjecting life to the dictates of the what and why.
