INTERNATIONAL ART PROJECT
AN INTERNATIONAL ART PROJECT
Compared with the infinite size of the known universe and the distance between galaxies, the distance between person to person on planet Earth begins to seem microscopic! We are all closer than we realize! Even so, with six billion people and even billions more species, coupled with the exponential growth of technologies that increase our separation, it is easy to feel disconnected and alone...
This project, stemming from individual community art projects and growing into an International art project, is about sharing the moments when you felt connected to something greater than yourself... maybe to another person, an animal, the environment or to any possible interpretation of God. Someone on the other side of the planet wants to feel what you felt when you could have sworn the universe was closing in on you and maybe all you could do was squeeze the hand of the person next to you because there were no words to describe, or the moment when you wanted to scream, "Did anybody else just see that?!" Someone out there wants to know about the time when you caught a stranger's eye and you both just smiled.
This worldwide collection of moments of human connectivity are encouraged from ALL walks of life with no discrimination whatsoever. This project is an extension of myself and without knowing it is an extension of you too. The principle point is that I can't do it alone.
Friday, September 2, 2011
September- "We both remember how bright it was in our eyes".
There was an old fashioned tin plate lamp hanging directly over my mother's body on the delivery table with a bright light. She verified this to me. We both remembered how bright it was in our eyes. There were long windows from floor to ceiling. The wind outside, directly from the river's bluff, was blowing the windows so hard that the glass panes sounded like they would break. She verified this as well.
I was adopted in 1948, but had really clear memories of my short life with my birth mother. While being born, I remember that I seemed to zoom in and out of my baby body from my birth mother's womb in Natchez, MS. Years later, I recalled this event to her after I found her when I was 30: the home, the bluff in Natchez on the Mississippi River, and the exact room. I remembered the doctor who told her, "The next time you decide to be a bad girl, maybe you'll remember this!" She was in a lot of pain and this was her fourth birth out of wedlock.
I remember an antebellum home of dark old red brick with green ivy. When I went there during my search for my past the house was white, so I thought I was wrong. Later, she told me it had been red brick with ivy when she lived there, and she had her picture taken with me on the lawn in front of it at three weeks old, while waiting for the station wagon to take me and three other children to the adoption home in Jackson. Even without ever seeing the photograph, my crystal clear memories are enough to prove the reality of it all to myself, but I am still so grateful that I had someone to share with them.
Susan Arnett, Natchez, Mississippi
Artist- Deep Fried Goodness, Nova Scotia, Canada Deep Fried Goodness' Flickr
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