Bruce Guenther was the moderator at the Avant Blog panel the other night. At one point he observed that some blogs were the personal view, developed out of the feminist-journaling tradition. This thread was not expanded upon but I’ve thought about it ever since.
Basically, this tradition comprises of saying things to yourself that you cannot say elsewhere. And we are not just talking snarking or bitching here! Some of it is art dreams, goals, visions, invalidated responses. It’s like you finally have your delayed response – next day, next year - or twenty years later. I’ve got 136 notebooks full of ‘em.
Many are filled with conversations, a record of what was said. But much more of it is a record of what was not said. I am blown away at how much can stay inevitably on the back burner, rumbling.
In a way, art is like this. If you keep track of it all, the interests and ideas, they resurface time and time again and will force themselves out eventually. One artist in an interview had said that she was not wild at how students wanted to rush to “a conclusion.” I agree that there is no need to rush - without the dramas and twists and turns, life would be dull.
But it is amazing to me how many truths were inevitable and you couldn’t beat them out of me if you tried. And lord knows some tried. Some things that you want to do are not about want at all – they are like inherit factors in your DNA. This is not just about content either; it goes for aesthetics too.