Love is

Photo of an exhibition of sculpture at The Front Gallery in Edmonton Alberta Canada by Blake Ward Blake Sculpture

In Alain Badiou’s words:

“Love is a tenacious adventure. The adventurous side is necessary, but equally so is the need for tenacity. To give up at the first hurdle, the first serious disagreement, the first quarrel, is only to distort love. Real love is one that triumphs lastingly, sometimes painfully, over the hurdles erected by time, space and the world… Happiness in love is the proof that time can accommodate eternity.” [1]

Art is love.

A chance meeting, an interest and then, like with love, we engage in an adventure that turns into one’s destiny.

Without the learning process all we have is a burning desire to express ourselves, because that is what we know best.

We impend on an investigation of our perspective on life; in essence, the world from our vantage point.

The idea that we might communicate, reach out to others, is stronger than us and even at times compulsive.

We test different mediums.

We learn.

We experiment.

Often we fail, so we try again.

Words can never be enough to express what those enigmatic 21 grams of soul (that leave us when we die) have to say.

While the more ethereal art forms such as music or the conceptual might have a much stronger effect than the tangible in uncovering the mysteries of our lives, perhaps they don’t.

The questioning is important.

Doubting our preconceived notions, our indoctrinated assumptions and searching for deeper understanding lead us to the unveiling of something grander than ourselves.

Badiou says that: “Love… is a quest for truth….Love isn’t simply about two people meeting and their inward-looking relationship: it is a construction, a life that is being made, no longer from the perspective of One but from the perspective of Two. [2]

Like with art, love is built from that first chance encounter.

It offers challenges that might often, present themselves as insurmountable hurdles.

Our destiny then, is cast when the pursuit of truth begins the construction of our greatest oeuvre, our story.

Badiou calls it “the locking in of chance” as “an anticipation of eternity. [3]

By Boky & Blake