Let's face it, there's a fucking feast of art out there that wants to be consumed. Slow roasted photography dripping with a ukelele glaze. Painting au gratin and a steamy side of poached poetry. A million tables over, stacked to the ceiling, towers of well-done dish's contents are crusting over the plates and bowls that were served. Everyone eats at this table. Everyone serves at this table. It's the democratization of both publishing and publicity. It's social networking. It's all of that art quite actively, quite shamelessly, asking you to consume it.
It's quite vehemently demanding your attention,
or positioning itself at your feet and just laying there.
Leaving smudges of its hair, its skin, its heart, on your shoes.
And you just walk away.
And you keep walking.
Until at some point, something strikes you.
Some name or image or story or song.
How do you decide;
What to listen to?
What to watch?
What to read?
What to look at?
How do you decide what to devour, and what to feed to the dogs?
Is it a certain aesthetic quality?
A certain subject matter?
Maybe it was the time,
or maybe it was the place,
that you were introduced?
Whatever it was it happened.
And it will continue to happen.
You will continue to stumble down certain streets,
taking detours now and again,
in your pursuit of artistic viability.
You will pass through a dense city,
topographically heavy,
swarming with merchants and street performers.
This city will grow around you
and there will never be enough
hours in your day to consume it all.
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There's a group of friends in Los Angeles
They're in a band
They have some friends in the Bay Area
one of them is a photographer
the other is a graphic designer
They created the art for the band's first EP
This band from LA
and the graphic designer
and photographer from
the Bay Area have
a friend in Seattle
who writes poetry
one time
the poet from Seattle
opened
for the band from LA
with
a poetry reading
It was a memorial show for their friend
who had passed away
and the graphic designer
and the photographer
were there they had both
created posters for the event and
the posters were hanging on a wall
with other works of art
There were other bands too and a lot of other friends
This story is
just one of the ways
in which Sans Gravity
was brought together
&
it mentions only
a handful of the
people involved the
rest is better told
through the art that has
&
will continue to come
from it
THIS
IS
SANS
GRAVITY
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