|Are we there yet?|
My project for the exhibition at Ithaca College is titled Heaven is the Most Dangerous Place of All and it is questioning the whole notion of utopia - how do we know we aren't in utopia right now? Why is utopia always over there and never right here? It is part of an exhibition that is centered around the book, Herland, a novel by Charlotte Perkins Gilman written in the early 20th Century. The book describes an all-female utopian society that is over 1000 years old (they reproduce asexually). It is an ideal social order: free of war, conflict, and domination. My piece is kind of the Doubting Thomas in the show. Or maybe the Doubting Thomasina. It asks all sorts of questions and then leaves the visitor to sort out the answers for themselves.
As per usual, creating the piece involves a lot of handwork. As I still have work to be done on my piece for the exhibition at the Inverness Arts Centre up in Cape Breton, I am getting anxious to finish this piece. Yet I keep coming up with ways to make it better (read: more complicated and intricate). Today, as I am finishing up the last crochet stitches for the outside of the tent, I found myself totally immersed in how it will be when I am finished and on to the next step. The stitches that I am doing right now? Huh? Am I making stitches? But, man, when I am done....it's gonna be great.
So, umm....why is utopia always over there and never right here?