What happens to a year on December 31? On January 1? Does anything ever really begin and end there?
So dear 2011, you, who I have affectionately christened "The New Weird," come to an end. My Big Lebowski calendar has been replaced by one called Magnificent Specimens, which features photographs of eccentric men's facial hair to last for the next twelve months. But what sort of ending is this anyway? While the calendar marks a certain transition, others might be harder to detect. In my mind, New Weird, you are not so much a period of time, but a state of being. You are an embracing of art, a willingness to ask the unasked questions, and a glancing sideways at the world around you. So on this new year, I wish The New Weird a happy birthday, and look forward to your second chapter. Hopefully one of many to come.
My friend Ben Trumbo has already given your second phase some marching orders. New Weird, now you have an official slogan: "2012: Freaky Awesome!" And also a motto: "Suck it up and party." Interpret these however you will. But whatever your interpretation, Happy New Year, Happy New Weird, and may we all revel in your freaky awesome weirdness!
Photo courtesy of Ben Trumbo (2011).
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