A profound word from unexpected source
Races to the heart as an arrow to its target
It's landing is true
It slices through pretense and perceptions
The suddenness of impact
Breathing fresh air into a stagnant mind
Suddenly what never could be is seen as real and concrete
For a moment a door opened and the hunted is never the same again.
The wedding of the day before had seen the coming together of two people with extraordinary courage and love. They had stepped into a world of the unknown informed by the knowing of each other and a mountain of statistics that prophesies their slim chance of success. Yet in spite of these somber predictions this couple takes the leap whole a community of family and friends stands weeping, smiling, laughing and cheering them on. We who stand as witness are set on a road of magical reality as we recognize a reflection of what have or could have in these shining faces. I watch this ceremony rich in cross cultural references that reflect the Cape Colored and Jewish traditions that are being bound together in this ceremony. The crowd a reflection of the varied community that their offspring will be born into. Well into the night we investigate our commonality and differences. We have conversations of a strange and necessary variety that would never occur if worlds were not colliding. I imagine the voice of the other wondering who we are as we do the same. We stare at each other as we struggle through awkward conversations and decipher the oddities in the unknown. The morning brings us together in an unexpected moment of communion. Esther the mother of the groom has charmed me with a voice that is earthy and smokey. Her speech patterns are measured and direct. Her eyes penetrating in their punctuation. She appears more hippy than mom. She holds us with wise woman words and the openness of a child. In a few words she erases doubt and inspires me to new thoughts and perceptions. In this cipher we exchange our souls and dream ways to reshape the world anew. She introduces us to the power and necessity of the artist to help the world shift its perception of itself and the other. She wonders aloud at what it would take for us to reach that critical mass of consciousness and action. Our minds are full, our bellies are empty and its not yet even 9 am.
(artist +activist) uses his/her artistic talents to fight and struggle against injustice and oppression—by any medium necessary