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NEW YORK CITY, 17 March — In the roller coaster of life, soaring ascents are often followed by plunging descents, and so it was today for Vaneeesa Blaylock whose bombastic performance last week of Net / Work was today counterpointed by a simple act of contrition, a day of silent meditation in hopes of making amends with some of those her relentless career ambitions have turned into collateral damage on her race to some artistic vision out there somewhere.
VB35 – Like A Prayer
Gallery Xue / NYC
17 March 2012
I hurt a couple of friends recently, not intentionally, it’s just so easy to do sometimes. In my “drunk walk” of trying to find a path, of trying to tell a story of art as a virtual experience that’s powerfully explored by avatars, as I’ve stumbled I’ve kicked a few people. Realistically I probably won’t be perfect from this day forward, but I wanted at least to take a “time out” to seek forgiveness, to stop running and breathe for a moment, and perhaps to remind myself of that Allan Kaprow lesson that I seem doomed to forever relearn, and forget, and relearn, and forget… that art can be so simple, and that the simple, fully lived, deeply experienced, can be remarkable. Not exactly that “less is more,” in a Mies van der Rohe kind of way, but simply that the smallest moment, deeply experienced, can be so sublime.
One of those I sent a notecard of atonement to, Skygirl Kline, contacted me this same day. We haven’t spoken for 538 days, since 25 September 2010, and it turns out we’d each felt a recurring guilt over those many days. It was liberating to make amends.