I was thinking about being a renegade. What that even means. I was thinking about studying cultural theory and reading philosophy. I was thinking about insular travel. I was thinking about wandering the globe. I was thinking about being a woman. The collapse of boundaries. Spatial, seasonal, and stylized, making room for meta-narratives to emerge. The subject pulled out of social linearity. Desire of objects misappropriated, becoming objects of desire. The significance of tales creating cultures. Fantasies of style and luxury abutting utility. Reproduction of the original- as if there were such a thing. I was thinking about mirrors and windows as boxes. The distortions of reflections. I was thinking about the glasses we wear to see clearly or block out the glare and the glass partitions that separate. What comes after.
The world was supposed to end in December of 2012. Or so I heard. Are we living in the post apocalyptic world, then, or is it just post-prophetic? Being post academic, I know it’s not postmodern or poststructuralist.
Jerry Salz writes about living in a Post Art world. He says: “Things that aren’t artworks so much as they are about the drive to make things that, like art, embed imagination in material and grasp that creativity is a cosmic force. It’s an idea I love. (As I’ve written before, everything that’s made, if you look at it in certain ways, already is or can be art.) Things that couldn’t be fitted into old categories embody powerfully creative forms, capable of carrying meaning and making change. Post Art doesn’t see art as medicine, relief, or religion; Post Art doesn’t even see art as separate from living. A chemist or a general may be making Post Art every day at the office.”
In the post-everything world, we’re post-maps, post-life-guide, post-original, post-academic. Our liberal arts educations hold limited meaning, at least in regards to providing paths. Academic jargon becomes the house of cards. We’re all in directionless motion. We’re all renegades.

March 2013