I haven’t had much time to blog lately, my latest project has taken heaps of my time. Not just that, I guess, but also some personal stuff, the type of stuff that deflates morale, saps energy, makes a person paranoid.
First the personal stuff. I’ve always had a fear of death. It’s something I’ve only disclosed to a few close friends, some have even tried to help me work through it. Just before summer I had the misfortune of finding one of my most loved relatives slumped in a chair – cold, lifeless and dead.
Coming face to face with death is something I still haven’t been able to reconcile. It’s like I’ve stashed the experience somewhere deep in my mind, in the hope that I never remember it. So far, no one has bothered to ask how I’ve coped, or even how the whole episode has affected me, so I guess it’s a stiff upper lip situation, which is how things have been for the past 8 months…
Professionally, I have set up We Are From Dust (WAF Dust), a nonprofit arts organization dedicated to proliferating interactive, participatory artwork in public spaces and private exhibitions that not only transform the way people engage with art, but changes how they consider their daily lives.
Although WAF Dust is deeply inspired by the artworks created in Black Rock City, we are independent of the Burning Man organisation, in fact I have stepped away from all roles and connections with BMOrg, where I have volunteered for the past 18 years. More about that soon, but – check out our website.
I’ve decided to keep a little journal about our progress, and the affect this adventure is having on me. The story more or less starts here, because I’ve decided not to bore you with details of the many ways that certain people have tried railroading WAF Dust. It’s so surprising how people you hope will support you, end up being the very people to continuously throw banana skins in your path.
No names will be mentioned, but I will share all the highs and lows of the adventure.
Happy reading, it’s going to be a rollercoaster, and I intend riding it to the very end.