I sound out to the questions that you write of. I feel
the ground to cover with one quesiton alone is
enough and
indeed
some Artists spend their career answering to it.
As mindful of sensitivities, one hopes that you will
understand throwing us all into the ring can have
painful
consequences.
The bull, a symbol of fevered temper, a prowess in
shape and movement: The equador, the victor, one
hopes, as
the
colour blindness of red fever, the bulls charges. We
hope the Spanish understand that the native, the
bull or the
Equador have equal
rights in the Bull Ring.
One Hopes that intent, whether male of female, has
its inevitable consequences. The hope being, to
define us in
relationships, the
manner of which is questioned with each new
generation. The prevaricator of sex, the power or
intuitions to all is
a fight to the
end with love and understanding to our partners,
our age, our hormones, our real feelings being
tested to win in
the final gasps of our
years.
The use, the need, the interpretation and skill
needed to use new technologies are upon us as
with any other
generation. The progressive, impotent,
dangerous cry of our worlds make us human. But
the technologies speed up reactions, human or
other wise to
help and hinder our development.
To us, the feel of contentment of work, the system,
the endless days of struggle to ally ourselves with
technology.
The record of time, documents, portrayed as
propaganda, the endless divulgence of 'truth'. We
are vulnerable to
our own views, to others and
the transforming and changing messages of
technology.
Presently, marketing social networks on the
Internet, personally otherwise dogmatic modems,
We are here as
records of our lives, our friends, our
businesses, our family life. And so to.
