I saw this website before—I don’t know how I ended up there. I like the art that goes along with the secrets. It is not a happy place and I never feel like spending a really long time there. But to me it is sort of comforting to know that everyone has something, big or seemingly small, that they have thought or done that they cannot tell to anyone else. Maybe everyone doesn’t, but lots of people do. There are times when everyone else’s life seems to be normal and one’s own life seems to be a disaster. But it is not true. Every life has its secrets and sadnesses. So I think this project is meant to show that.
Things have never been the same since the Reformation, vis-a-vis the good ol’ confessional. Too many people have nowhere to say these things. I sure don’t want to read 'em on the Net.
If you like that sort of pasted-together “found” art look, you might really enjoy the Griffin and Sabine books by Nick Bantock. Its hard to tell where literature ends and art begins, and vice versa.
djm, I think I may have seen those books in a book store but I didn’t have time to take a good look at them. I’ll check them out next time we go to Des Moines. Thanks.
I don’t know if I am appreciating the “art” the way the project intends. But I like things that are sort of like looking into people’s living room windows----a collection of items that don’t necessarily make sense to me but do make sense to the collector.
Some of the women here have been making a study of nano’s foot and sock hygiene in order to suggest how he might improve his social life. He has curly hair on his toes.
That reminds me of the old adage about bald men having holes in their pockets - so they can still get the feeling of running their fingers through their hair.
I think the art (for art I find it to be in the context of the site’s makeup) makes the whole thing. Otherwise the human factor, the poigniancy of such revelations, would probably be lost to the reader. Even the alarming and depressing stuff shouts to me that the contributors are still alive and kicking, and knuckling under be damned.