This is a process. This is a conversation. I was abruptly stopped to face this conversation and dig deeper than going about day to day like all is normal. Nothing is normal anymore. This whole year has not been normal. This is a conversation with myself who's aspects will go in many directions.
THE PRICE OF OFFENSE > INTENT
To say I never intended to offend anyone, even imagined I would have offended anyone, that this was the furthest thing from my mind and heart, can all be countered with statements like: You are naive. You are blinded by white privilege. REALLY?? How stupid are you? At this time in our lives in the social environment we live, how could you not know better? and on and on...
There are many reasons I didn't go there. I didn't broaden my focus when I should have. I was not being responsible to my community and I am deeply regretful.
All of the reasons for neglecting to open my focus can be argued to not matter. The resulting impact of an action is more important. I agree. The ultimate reality of a moment is when the shit hits the pavement. What is seen is what is splattered and what lasts is what stinks.
I am sorry. I threw myself into a project and approached it from the narrow lens of childhood memory and fantasy and trying to capture that essence without widening my visual scope to how others would view or be impacted. It's naive, its blind.
To offend anyone is far from my heart and pulls a dark cloud over how I've spent the last 25 years in my community.
And so I enter into this series of conversations with myself to look deeper and broader into the horrible impact that was the Big Trouble with Big Trouble in Little China.
....and so it goes and so will continue this series...
THE PRICE OF OFFENSE > INTENT
To say I never intended to offend anyone, even imagined I would have offended anyone, that this was the furthest thing from my mind and heart, can all be countered with statements like: You are naive. You are blinded by white privilege. REALLY?? How stupid are you? At this time in our lives in the social environment we live, how could you not know better? and on and on...
There are many reasons I didn't go there. I didn't broaden my focus when I should have. I was not being responsible to my community and I am deeply regretful.
All of the reasons for neglecting to open my focus can be argued to not matter. The resulting impact of an action is more important. I agree. The ultimate reality of a moment is when the shit hits the pavement. What is seen is what is splattered and what lasts is what stinks.
I am sorry. I threw myself into a project and approached it from the narrow lens of childhood memory and fantasy and trying to capture that essence without widening my visual scope to how others would view or be impacted. It's naive, its blind.
To offend anyone is far from my heart and pulls a dark cloud over how I've spent the last 25 years in my community.
And so I enter into this series of conversations with myself to look deeper and broader into the horrible impact that was the Big Trouble with Big Trouble in Little China.
....and so it goes and so will continue this series...
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