it's
a journey a journey a journey
The
men are gathered around. The meeting is set on the bow of the ship,
throughout various projects can be seen, all abandoned to attend the
meeting. The ship rocks gently but diligently.
Captain:
When we arrive, men, then you'll know. It'll all make sense then. It
will come together in your mind, bridging the gap between the
creation you've constructed and the simultaneous construction of
doubt that eats away at your creation... you will sleep better. You
will eat with a new appreciation. Once we are off here and into the
land, once we accomplish this goal-we look to that goal. Nothing
opens doors like closing doors. Nothing breeds a creative mind than
the completion of a journey... men, imagine what's to come because
nothing is sweeter than reality being better than your imagination.
It won't be long now, it won't be long.
The
men disperse, back to their projects. Two men head to a sculpture,
they work and talk.
Man1:
You believe it?
Man2:
Believe what?
Man1:
All that bridging the gap, glory land stuff?
Man2:
I dunno
Man1:
Whattya mean, you dunno?
Man2:
I want to, I mean... that's why we got on this boat to begin with,
right?
Man1:
Right. But...
Man2:
But, I'm losing it, man. Losing steam. Lost the steam. I mean, look
at this thing. Really look at this thing in front of us. What are we
doing here?
Man1:
It's our sculpture. What we've worked on since we've been on this
boat.
Man2:
But what is it? What does it mean to you?
Man1:
It's the clay and paper representation of what we left behind.
Man2:
Right. And why? Why does what we left behind need a justification in
clay and paper and the shapes our hands give it?
Man1:
Well if we knew why, we probably wouldn't have left
Man2:
But listen, listen, what can really be different? The captain talks
about this magical place, this answers to all our questions land...
but I don't know, man, we've already been on this boat a whole lot
longer than we were told we were gonna be on it, and everyone just
works away at their own individual shit and every day we hear a
speech about how much greater it's going to be, but no one ever tells
me how... we just hear the same lofty claims day in and day out and
are expected to keep working on our same bullshit projects day in and
day out because we are one day going to hit land and in this land,
our projects will make sense, and we won't feel the same nagging and
longing and lack of appreciation for the nonsense that we've learned
to call our art.
Man1:
Nonsense? Well, first man, you have to believe in it. It can't mean
anything to anyone if it doesn't mean anything to you
Man2:
Can't you hear yourself spouting the same exact phrases that we've
been told over and over and over? “Believing”... finding personal
meaning... blah blah blah. I didn't leave everything behind to be
told the exact same art cliches I was told in elementary school art
class.
Man1:
Then why did you come?
Man2:
Because there has to be something else... there just has to be.
Something beyond arbitrarily priced gallery space, beyond paint tubes
and sheet music and left to right poetry...I couldn't live where
everyone was just doing their definition of weird in order to prove
quirkiness in order to prove creativity in the hopes that they could
have a blog written about them or be on the cover of People or some
shit. Everyone was an artist, everyone had a vision...and why? So
that they could become another celebrity in the pool of fucking awful
that everyone else who wasn't able to convince all the exact right
people that they were cool enough can sit at home and stare at these
marketed, false versions of humans on their tvs and their phones and
their magazines. Everyone wants to be obsessed over. And in order to
do anything, anything at all, we have to abide the system, we could
never be allowed to just do what we wanted all the time because the
way all the assholes before us set it all up is that we have debts
and we have bill after bill and it's all just compounded on the rules
made fucking forever ago that force us to all be miserable, to have
to do miserable things in order to just keep our head above water...
when those with intelligence and ideas should be rising to the top,
those who have somehow acquired more numbers, the numbers following
the rules set up, the ones with money... they are the winners. They
are on top. And I was getting to this point that I either needed to
escape or blow it all up because the rules and those who follow them
and those who convince themselves they're breaking them... it all
just was welling and welling and making me freak out, freak out. So I
got on this boat, to be taken to what's next, to the new land, the
new set up... but we've just been stuck on here, with no hope, no
answers and the same contrived bullshit “art” we had before.
pause
Man1:
That's kinda bleak, man
Man2:
Well, why'd you come?
Man1:
I wanted an adventure
the
men gather around
Captain:
Very soon. Very soon, men, it'll all be clear. You'll know and I'll
know. And the answers will come before the questions.