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Apr 28, 2010

My Neighbors the Streetwalkers

Call me sheltered but I've never encountered them up close before.  Now they are my neighbors. Picture this: a benchfull of chador-covered women out the window, decorated leggy whores on the corner. This is what we've come to. Yesterday I passed a nearby bar and noticed they're advertizing hotel rooms €10 for 2 hours.  Also there is a SALE sign in the window.  I find that hilarious, though I'm not sure exactly what kind of beverage is discounted!  10 in the morning and they are already posted like sentries on each corner, often in pairs, uniformed, each hoisting their regulation cigarette and walking the troll, eyeing traffic.  I am finally able to recognize them (how can a working girl stand out these days?) from the quality of their scrutiny; even pick out their pathetic old pimps hanging watchfully some distance away. They apparently recognize their prey, too, as their slippery gaze turns quickly from alluring to resisting.  It is like walking behind the Los Vegas fascade and seeing the gilded plywood and styrofoam palace from the back.

Last night I counted 10 on my 2-block walk from the train station, one of them certainly not yet 18.  Must be a bad night on the meat market.  For the most part they ignore me after the first sparkly glance.  One actually came out and threw open her arms and legs, totally blocking me.  I grabbed her waist to prevent the crash.  She laughed– must have been joking with her friends– but I was so flustered I didn't say anything or even look back.  I'll never to do that again.  They really need to be living people in my space, with real human value.  If they engage me I'll engage them, even if it's with “leide, nicht”– just enough to let them know that they are actually persons, not rejected meat.
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I'm a sculptor/filmmaker living in Montana, USA. I am using art to move the evolution of humanity forward into an increasingly responsive, inclusive and interactive culture. As globalization flattens peoples into a capitalist monoculture I hope to use my art to celebrate historical cultural differences and imagine how we can co-create a rich future together.

I see myself as an artist/philosopher laboring deep in the mines of joy. I've had a good long career of exhibiting work around the world and working on international outreach projects, most notably being the first American to be invited to present a one-person exhibit in the Hermitage Museum. Recently I have turned my attention from simply making metal sculpture to creating films and workshops for engaging communities directly, tinkering with the very ideas and mechanisms behind cultural transformation. I feel that as we face tragic world crises, if the human species favors our imaginative and creative capacities we can cultivate a rich world to enjoy.

For me the deepest satisfaction in making art comes in engaging people's real life concerns rather than providing simple entertainment or decoration. Areas of conflict or tension are particularly ripe for the kind of transformative power that art uniquely carries. I invite any kind of challenge that serves people on a deep level.