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? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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)