Saturday, September 06, 2008
Suffocating Rubber Clown Suit
-- David Lynch, The Air is on Fire (exhibit at the Cartier Foundation in Paris 2006)
THERAPY
I went to a psychiatrist once. I was doing something that had become a pattern in my life, and I thought, Well, I should go talk to a psychiatrist. When I got into the room, I asked him, "Do you think that this process could, in any way, damage my creativity?" And he said, "Well, David, I have to be honest: it could." And I shook his hand and left.
-- David Lynch, Catching the Big Fish - Meditation, Consciousness, and Creativity
I went into Chop Suey (a local shop that carries used & unique artsy-fartsy books), looking for Banksy. I left the store, minus the Banksy book (although am still contemplating if it is coffee table-worthy since I last saw it in a hip-hop shop in NY), and plus a David Lynch book.
I didn't necessarily know what the book was about, but after leafing through random pages, excerpts like the ones above made me laugh out loud in the store. It was imminent that I needed to buy the book.
The Air is on Fire was absolutely brilliant. A series of disturbing multimedia exhibits on canvas, headache-conjuring black + white films, and an unforgettable wall paper of dissected poultry and fish on the way to the bathroom. An enigmatic brilliance of dissonance and discomfort.
I devoured the book in two sittings. I leaf through it randomly for inspiration sometimes.
// posted by sakit @ 1:12 PM 
