Monday, May 31, 2010

Hiatus while.

I have decided to go on hiatus for a while. I must return to my sketchbook before I make a terrible mess of people's frailties. I've been collecting boxes as that is the easy part and will continue accepting burdens in the mail.

I just want to make sure I can commit to more than just the concept of this project.

In the mean time, I think I will turn this into a letter art and box blog, to keep myself from ebbing without losing you to the wind-swept distractions of the external world. But "mail" I still keep you all on string for now, fly you like a kite and reel you in when I'm ready.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Dresser to drawer to a burden box.

At work last week, I had to take apart a lovely piece of furniture from the 1930's transition into Art Deco. I was not directed to take it apart the way it was finely put together.

I had to smash the hardy bits with a hammer and stomp the beams with foot. Exhilarated at first then turned into an earnest guilt. I really was taking part in the destruction of design. Don't tell the craftsman please.

I don't remember much of this long dresser other than its stumpy little legs and its antique knobs. However, in some sort of reconciliation and commemoration, I saved one of the drawers.

It is to become a contribution to Burden Box and a new piece of art. And that makes me kind of feel like a masochist turned doctor/plastic surgeon.

Morale: Donate your furniture or recycle it. Or just give it to me.

Burden 05.

The tension of having to live two mutally exclusive lives weighs heavily on me, always looming in the background of my small existence. I have made my choice - I cannot with a clean take the other path, which offers only small-mindedness, spite and a spiraling descent into a life oh hypocrisy and delusion. But although I may have internally taken this stance, I am still forced to maintain an elaborate artifice of propriety for those concerned, to put on a face to meet the faces that I meet - this ruse often makes me feel like a coward and a liar, but I see no alternative. It is for myself that I do this - what could I possibly have to gain? - but for the well-being of others who would be devastated were they to know how I truly feel. I comfort myself with the knowledge that I have succeeded for years in keeping my two worlds apart, but cannot shake the fear that someday my little deception will be uncovered.

Above all, I regret not having been able to explain my circumstances to those closest to me, since they deserve to know, and, I hope, truly do care. I desperately want to articulate these things and have someone else hear them, but I am paralyzed by fear of how they will react.

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