I MADE my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world's eyes
As though they'd wrought it.
Song, let them take it,
For there's more enterprise
In walking naked.

A coat, William Butler Yeats

suit thoughts

(the first day)

 

Thoreau and Abramovic say the same thing

we conquer the world by conquering ourselves

I decided as an artist, or as a human being, I needed an armour

a soft one

one to gather stories in and share them with the outside world

a clumsy harness like Don Quixote’s

a ragged and torn one, like Thoreau’s

an anonymous one, like the hackers’ headless suit

a symbolic one, like Beuys’

a suit like in the old days, for everyday use

a suit like businessmen wear, to impress

a suit to be similar, a suit to be different

all in one

a soft armour

i wore it 108 days

before i realised I had forgotten I already had one

a soft armour

i tried it on today

it fitted well

4th stage of growing HERE