December 31, 2012
June 15, 2012
Identity is an ever-shifting series of self-imposed labels that come from within and without. It is who we are and who we think we are that creates the self. We define ourselves based on that which we are attracted to or repulsed by; we identify with who we aspire to be and who we fear we are.
Identity is not a definition, though it feels as such because we like labels and use words to make static what is always changing and growing and moving towards the unknown. And in using words to identify ourselves, we begin with what we can biologically determine: race, gender, age, sexuality. Then to this we add into what we are born: class, nationality, family. And the list goes on, as we pile label after label on top of ourselves.
We appear to ourselves in the mirror of other people’s eyes, and it only through relationship that we can begin to realize, to recognize, to seek new definitions, or even better yet release ourselves from words at all. And when we release ourselves we become free as the soul has always intended; we become spirits of the universe….
May 1, 2012
Kehinde Wiley just arrived in the mail. Needless to say, it’s a Rizzoli publication. It’s easily five pounds and the pages are edged in gold, and it, like it’s creator, is a thing to behold. I shall be reviewing it soon enough, but until then I treat myself to a little taste, a dip into a world of sugar and spice and frosting and iconography inverted and masculinity something else altogether though I am not sure what though this is one book I know I will be studying for years to come.