Vincent Chorabik, 2019
Script:

Vast                 unexplored                  possibilities.
Opportunity shrouded in
            doubt,             fear,                 anxiety.
Hours spent worrying,
Wondering.
“What is this for?”
“Why am I doing this?”
“Who is this for?”
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The Worry of Waste.
The Worry of Failure.
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Just do it. √
Who cares? ¯\_()_/¯​​​​​​​
Anything is better than nothing.
(Sigh) (Pause)
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What do I want to bring into the world?
What wants to be brought into the world?
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Oh, Empty Canvas, tell me,               what do you want to be?
A Dragon basking in the warmth of Yellow Ochre and Crimson Red                                                                                                                                                   radiating from a Dwarven Forge?
A surface of material exploration?
            Acrylic Wash
            Oils Thickened with Cold Wax
            Fibrous Materials and Colourful Mud in Conversation with “the History of Painting”
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Are you part of a macho history?        Or it is blasphemy?
Creative women have shaped you endlessly,              (and what about those identifying with neither gender?)
                                    Do you speak for me?
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Am I merely a vessel for your birth?               Are you destined for something more?
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Are you nothing without The Audience?                   The Viewer?
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What will people think of you?                       Will they understand you?
Will someone be begging for a “deeper meaning,”                 or your place in “the context of contemporary art?”
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Are you capital “A” Art if nobody gets you?
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(Pause, in Thought)
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Oh, Empty Canvas,
At what moment are you Conceived?
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At what moment are you Finished?
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Dust & Fingerprints
(and Last Night’s Spaghetti Dinner) will sit on your fibers,              your skin.
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Are you alive?
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Have you been ruined?
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Or, Empty Canvas,                 is this all part of your journey,                        your history?
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Thank You (Bow)
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