Art, lived.

Never, in my life, have i ever found so much comfort in so much uncertainty. It's interesting that there seems to be a parallel slide between my current residence of thought, and the world of what is Art right now. Its truly seems that the more we learn and discover and create, the less absolute it all really is. In the past, Art had what seemed to be a clear definition. The materials had boundaries. This is Art, this is not Art. But as time has progressed we have come to allow expression to become the piece. To have the medium to drive the voice. Or maybe the voice to drive the medium. The boundaries achieve slack.

For quite awhile I have been fascinated by the work of Nam June Paik. And in the recent article on New Media Art, it was interesting to take a step back and see the whole wave of these new media artists. I have stood in front of "Electronic Superhighway: Continental U.S., Alaska, Hawaii" by Paik, at the Smithsonian American Art Museum. And it does blow you away. All the monitors, bright and flashing. Points of interesting pulsing and shifting. Kansas singing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow". Neon bulbs. A visual one stop road trip through American culture. And right in D.C. the monitor collects you, and you become a part of the piece. I was in his Art, in his version of America. at least for a few moments.

And maybe that's what I'm getting at. This idea of static existence. And the artists using the new media seem to be letting us into the secret. Its all a little bigger than us, but it doesn't work without us. Living inside the Art, and even becoming Art. The boundaries have faded, and the absolution erodes. With so many people online, expressing so many things, and the lines of communication being so wide, you ask yourself. "Have we become one giant piece of living artistic expression?"