It occurred to me the other day that I seldom simply blog what's on my mind. In part that's because art is what's on my mind most of the time, and I generally prefer that to have a shape before sharing. I suppose it's true that art and tidying up have something in common.
And then, there's the reality that there are, at present, so many decisions concerning You'll Always Come Back, that there's little time left over to share much of anything, formed or otherwise.
That said, one thing that has been in my mind is how projection plays a part in the sort of work I do. And this came about not because I'm contemplating projections of video, film-making, photography & light (which I am), or because the performers must adjust their own projections about the work, and about their own experience, with some sort of aesthetic accuracy in correspondence to the material of the work. This has been known, as a quotient, from the beginning of the process.
Nope, the meditations about projection are an effort to understand how others find in my work what they are looking for, or to put it another way, the tendency that work has to encourage imagination - sometimes in ways that seem to me very contrary to what I might prefer. My theory is that mythic imagery has the quality of focusing attention. It seems strange to write of an audience, when what I prefer is sharing what I do with my friends, but to refer to everyone who experiences my work (including all of you who read this blog, but who have not introduced yourselves...((which is fine...)) - as friends - would lose enough specifics to render the moniker meaningless, so audience it is.
And I, in my own constant state of projection, imagine all those witnesses as friendly, or at least as having an interest in common. But that, alas, is not necessarily so.
I discovered recently that someone in NY was visiting my website repeatedly, and although at one level I'm a simpleton to effects, enjoying scoring higher in statistics being observed, something about the pattern of visits seemed odd, and the referring addresses were certainly not familiar - so I followed the link back to find out that my work is the subject of a conspiracy website. Someone watching The Keeper video, my blog posts, ballad paintings, etc etc. - interpreted my personal symbols as evidence of a criminal mind, as though any idea they had in response to what I had made could be connected to events or motivations in my private life. I would say that wouldn't be so bad if what they imagined was pleasant, but in fact that sort of projection for any reason is disappointing - because it misses the boat of what the work is really about, at least what it is really about to me. For some odd reason my opinion about that was not taken into consideration - the persons posting my work online did not bother to ask me about it - it suited their purposes, so they exploited it for selfish reasons.
See what I mean about disappointing. We throw up our hands and say, "That's the internet." User beware - or as an art collector commented when I told this story; "That's the price of fame." One person looks in the magic mirror and thinks they see the confirmation of love, another looks and thinks they see the confirmation of hate. What I'm trying to say is look at the mirror.