For a while I believed that everything better should get bigger, and cleaner and brighter and more popular and better arranged. I guess what I believed was that progress was incremental, that when things grew they grew bigger, and that bigger was better. EXAMPLE: a show with more people in the audience is better. An exhibition at a museum is more exciting than a pictures in a very small room. That’s what I thought.

I don’t know if I can go into very much detail here, but I just want to give a little cheer for the small, and ask for small to rise up and show itself to me and through me. I am pretty tired of things being slick, and clean and perfectly executed. I want to see events that are a bit of a mess but trying something bold. I want to be a part of things that are undefined and scary and seeking and heading somewhere I don’t understand yet. What I want from the future is surprises, and interesting mutations and moments of confusion that aren’t immediately digested and promoted. I’m bored bored bored of things being cool and perfect. If you want me, look for me on the edge.

March 13, 2013

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