TSA

Cut-up-poem on painting on cardboard, prayer rug size. Instructions for use: aim directly towards the nearest conscientious brain.

↓ “Pray be …” or “Your part of Time”, 510 x 785 mm, mixed media on cardboard.
Prayer_cardboard

Prayer_cardboard_txtApply and repeat. But be quick about it. We’re running out of time. And brains.

Thanks go out to the TSA for checking my suitcase for contraband and leaving a note about it, telling me that they would not be responsible for any damages done while doing their job. Also completely disregarding the sense of invasion afflicted upon yours truly. As you know, dear reader, I do not favor borders. In my opinion, the divides between nations, creeds, races and the like should not be enforced but celebrated with open minds, hearts and arms. (Looking at you, one-percenter)

So while it’s totally unrelated and I’m horrifically disgusted by the tearing down of historical artifacts in the Middle East in the abuse of religion (the latter being a waste of intellect anywhere at any time, anyway) I am studying ancient crafts and mathematical arts from mentioned region and paint geometrically inspired. Since I travel with an array of art materials always foraging wherever I go, some of those (beware of implied irony: very small containers of very suspicious liquids) probably were flagged in the x-ray.

The language of the TSA note is as passive aggressively daunting as anything anyone entering the US through the hands of the Homeland Security would ever experience. To assuage the asperity of that I chose to re-appropriate it. Cut it up to find the true message within their text. The result feels a little like a prayer, a polite request, doesn’t it?

To sincerely feel free
please appreciate
however unable

if you have the contents
necessary
to open this process
please do this.

your next questions
and your suggestions
break the locks on your
understanding

forced to Center:
on how to protect you
from this

your part of Time

 

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