Ta-Ta

Recently made my semi-annual trek to Facebook. Gotta get with my techno hip buddy on this to sort it all out. I need a geography lesson where I map it out on the floor--social media for kinetically aesthetic synesthetes! Gotta sniff it, stand on it, move around it--basically stalk it like prey, growl at it a little, and then I’ll get it. Right now it’s a lot of Ta-Ta! Come to think of it, though, isn’t everything a little bit, or a lot of Ta-Ta?

Maybe it’s just my wacky little world, or maybe I’m actually on to something with this Ta-Ta thing. How to define it? Ta-Ta is a little like, well, the whole thing, the entire experience--is that clear enough? When I’m driving my car, I’m moving in Ta-Ta land with my Ta-Ta thoughts and reactions. When I’m deep in my shit over some fear that I’m not good enough--Ta-Ta in my head. When I’m crying, laughing, insecure, reactive, bored to tears, highly energized and feeling on purpose . . . it’s all Ta-Ta. I’m not saying it is or isn’t important. I think Ta-Ta is connected to why we’re here, and we each come in with our own unique configuration and work it through all kinds of circumstances and situations that are attached to others in their particular varietal of Ta-Ta in time and space. The real question is . . . What color is your Ta-Ta?

It’s the stuff of human drama, the endless cycling of wounded emotion and attachments that grip, and often run our lives. It’s influence is more addicting than any substance and sticks with a tenacity that rivals David Blaine’s obsession with holding his breath under water for 17 minutes . . . or like some label adhesives on glass jars that I’ve concluded are welded to the surface. That’s what our human drama is like. Is it necessary? Apparently so, or we would have shed it like our gills a long time ago. It’s been with us as long as we have been upright. Maybe we’re deep in the middle of the process of shedding it, of evolving, and transforming. Maybe at some future point in our species development we simply won’t need it, and we’ll be on to something else . . . Maybe we’re becoming human without Ta-Ta . . . What would we be like?

That’s what this artist is thinking about today . . .