{"id":3712,"date":"2013-10-17T19:53:49","date_gmt":"2013-10-17T23:53:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/arts.umich.edu\/ink\/?p=3712"},"modified":"2013-10-17T19:53:49","modified_gmt":"2013-10-17T23:53:49","slug":"%e2%80%9cbecoming-art%e2%80%9d","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/2013\/10\/17\/%e2%80%9cbecoming-art%e2%80%9d\/","title":{"rendered":"\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Becoming-Art\u00e2\u20ac\u009d"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get me wrong: I love art. But I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t want to seek out art somedays. Currently it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s rainy and drab and nasty outside.<\/span>
\nSo.<\/span>
\nI prefer to become art.
\n<\/span>Now this isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t some pseudo (or real) hipster montage of postmodern thought about how all of us are performing our identities and subjectivity at all times, even though we are (ba-zing!), but rather \u00e2\u20ac\u0153becoming-art\u00e2\u20ac\u009d is a lifestyle choice that I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m very conscious about. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m very aware about how my body can be positioned as, wear, or become art itself.
\n<\/span>For example, at no time do I walk around without performing. I am either:
\n<\/span>1) Singing\/\u00e2\u20ac\u009dRapping\u00e2\u20ac\u009d\/Humming\/Whistling to music. Which isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t, hopefully, me as a white man taking up more space than I need to, but me as a bored white queer man who is sick of listening to the buzz and hum of cars and cookie cutter robot-peers. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d rather be listening to Azealia Banks. Music and sound and noise is beautiful and, especially, when I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m mid-travel I need a little extra inspiration to get where I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m heading (and to forget about the looming drones).
\n<\/span>2) Wearing ridiculous clothing. I am a huge fan of monochromatic aesthetics and gray as a way of being; however, there comes a point when the seasons shift, or die, and the sun seems to fade away into a palate of only white\/gray\/black. THIS MAKES ME SAD. So I cope by wearing neon prints with other stripes with other fabrics with leather with hats and scarves and giant earrings, and rainbow umbrellas. Becoming the overwhelming stimulus I try to avoid or cling to is comforting. When I know that it is myself that is obnoxious–I can handle that. The trees no longer lay claim to being that beautiful shade of emerald, the sky can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t brag that its really that sky-blue, fire can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t embody all that is red, but I can: all in one outfit.
\n<\/span>3) Reciting quotes from my favorite books. At no point are there not lines from books circulating in the vast cavernous hole that is my mind. Because I read for the majority of the time that I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m awake, I find it nice to recite lines and share literature with the world! From Toni Morrison to Jesus to James Joyce to bell hooks to Vladimir Nabokov to you name it (or rather I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m a snob so I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll stick to the people that I know). People always get confused when I tell them that I study English and Philosophy, so it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s nice when I can actually share how cool these areas are. How beautiful they are. How \u00e2\u20ac\u0153AHHHHH\u00e2\u20ac\u009d they are.
\n<\/span>Now I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not trying to say that everyone needs to be art all the time but I find it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the way I cope best with being in Ann Arbor. It gets boring looking at the same white, hetero, temporarily able-bodied men in their polos, boat shoes, and pastel shorts–so I say, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153liven it up!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/p>\n

While it can be overwhelming being the art for the designated spaces I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m in, it is more comfortable to seek solace in groups.
\n<\/span>Have nail painting parties–there is nothing more I enjoy than having sparkly middle fingers. <\/span><\/p>\n

Have team shopping events or days where you swap clothing with your friends. <\/span><\/p>\n

Have days where you and others can annoyingly match in terrifying ways.
\n<\/span>Although I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m a broken record and constantly talking about how I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m art itself (. . .) I find it important to reemphasize that I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m glaringly semi-offensive to everyone\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes. The sensory overload that is myself is so important to who I am these days. I actively want to be a bit too much because being just enough is so banal.
\n<\/span>As I come into senior year I realize more and more about how much I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t care about most things in my day to day life. I care when and where and how I need and want to care. But other than that . . . I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m a canvas full of life ready to explode. <\/span><\/p>\n


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