The space between fiction and nonfiction is often a no-man’s land, but the artists know it. Which is to say, they have become accustomed to its strangeness. Which is to say, accustomed to not claiming to know anything about a space so wild.
Now it is dense to the point of opacity, now translucent. Now deep dives under desert waves, now a barren ocean. Now the weather is a cat.
We asked one, what is your work about? When they were done laughing, they told us. It is about encounters with other people, they said. And water. Also, the search. For water, and for the others. In some places, both are elusive.
Inspiration: While considering the work of Ivan Vladislavić, I came across this article: “Diving the Reef: Water Metaphors in the Work of Ivan Vladislavić” and today’s post sprouted from my notes.
9 thoughts on “Diving in the Desert”
That’s beautiful and penetrating writing
Hi Thomas! Thank you for this kind comment! Wishing you a great start to your week : )
That space is what I’m searching for,
Hey Jeff! I find I am always looking for this : ) (Lol, or stuck in it, having difficulty returning to the work week)
“Which is to say, accustomed to not claiming to know anything about a space so wild.” I love this line/truth.
Chris, thank you. : )
Wonderful! Artist are like cats and the weather!
Alex, thank you! : )
You’re welcome ☺️