Time Theft
From Betsy Devine’s blog comes a link to Linda Kim Davies‘ home page. It’s a Flash site and my first reaction was impatience and annoyance. Images and words fade in, leaving me feeling like Bob (or was it Ray?) in the Bob and Ray interview with the president of the Slow Talkers of America Society. Likewise, her essays appear one slow-fading paragraph at a time. “What right does she have to take my time this way?” I thought.
And then I realized how stupid I was being. Or how webby. I’m acting as if I’ve been made the Lord of Time, that I have an inalienable right to control the pace and editing of what I experience. The sequential, non-random arts demand we trust them with our time, a non-recoverable, non-fungible chunk of our lives. When they squander it, we feel robbed. But when they do more with that time than we could have imagined, not just our ideas and feelings but our lives ourselves have been made more valuable.
On the other hand, I wish Linda Kim Davies would put in a list of links to her photos because I have a lot to do today.
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I suspect you ( as I )are the lords of time. I have a sneaking suspicion that we/I/you are time and everything else is timeless.
I can imagine a person who finds comfort in the absence of conceptual noise around the site and time appears to stop ( notwithstanding the images move). Likewise, a person may feel time is passing as they wait for all ( or nothing) to be revealed.
There is a lovely essay called “The Nature of Time” by Humberto Maturana which may spk to your observation. I’ll try to find a web reference.
By the way, thank you. With the current violence and impending war, spaces such as these, which occassionally fill the the world with meaningful joy and humanity, are in my view, the best argument and defence against “future” violence and war. We need more of them.
Peter