The difference between a modern artist and a Buddhist monk is in the approach. The artist goes into the void empt and returns with a souvenir, if you will. The monk approaches the void with a traditional body of knowledge and arrives at emptiness. Our world, no less than that of the monks, is full of junk that gets in the way of spiritual practice. The artist plays with the junk, the monk orders it into nothingness.
Sorry,β Wakefield insists, βbut what exactly is cultural imperialism?β The boy turns his good eye to Wakefield. βThat when Indian kids play with Mickey Mouse instead of kachinas. Kachinas mean something to their people. The Mouse means nothing.β βHe must mean something,β Wakefield says. βYeah, he means money. A Kachina tells the story of the earth, of the people, of dances, rituals, how to make rainβ¦ Talk to the fucking mouse and see what he tells you.
Romanians are culturally European, very close to the French. Socially, they are now building a society that is emotionally closer to the Balkans, Turkey and Greece.
After so many years, I feel more American than anything else, but I'm also Romanian and whatever other oddities of temperament I picked up elsewhere, in Transylvania or France, for instance. These days, everybody is both an exile and a resident - they don't call it the global village for nothing.
Real artists free of the tedium of money can use, now, all of society as an idea factory.
