From the Editor’s Desk

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I find myself continually returning to the ephemerality of Art. I suppose it is because it runs lock step with our own mortality. We make and live, but yet perish, as does the Art. It too is temporal, the old saw imitating Life.

Great Art was on display this weekend in Durham. The duration of the Art’s existence varied widely.

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Down at the Green Wall, diagonal from “Major the Bull,” and you will see the amazing mural Matthew Curran and Derek Toomes painted. For the next two months before it gives way to development! This is the ground where, not coincidentally, significantly, Woolworth’s once stood. This space is a Durham ventricle and twenty-some-odd stories are coming, so see the Art while you can.

Friday night, I walked maybe 75 feet from this arresting work of Art, courtesy of the Paradoxos Festival, and through the doors of The Pinhook. I was stoked for the opening band “Cracker and the Doctor,” but I only caught the last couple tracks.

Instead I was mesmerized by the next set from someone I hadn’t heard of, “Must be the Holy Ghost.” The notes floated into the air, unrecorded live, they were gone as Art as soon as they were completed. They are surely available somewhere on the interwebs.

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Accompanying the music was something that is not see-able again, unique Art whose duration was mere instants. It was created by an old overhead school projector with multicolored, burbling, viscous liquids on its glass bed. This was projected on to The Pinhook’s large screen behind the music to produce kaleidoscopic arrays of colors, ala Fantasia or views of the distant cosmos. The person manipulating the liquids had a kit of pattern changers and flow disrupters that worked with the music, clearly aware of its highs and lows, rhythms and pace.

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Must be the Holy Ghost

Art, like life was continually in motion, a subtle reminder of the microcosomos.

Between the range of two months and seconds, Saturday night, in front of the Green Wall for a few hours you could have heard and seen “Shared Lines” a participatory Art event which drew connections from the Turkish street demonstrations to social justice issues in Durham.

No one in Durham does a better job of capturing the urgency of Life and Art’s flow than The Carrack. Life never stops. There is no hold button. The Carrack’s rapidly rotating exhibits mimic that speed. One week, see it or miss it. Last week photographer, filmmaker, artist John Rash brought his photos of Chāi Qiān(拆迁): Inevitable Development and screened his film, “Yangtze Drift.” Like “Shared Lines” this exhibit had important messages to communicate to Durham about development, housing, and community.

Unlike “Shared Lines” although Rash’s work is gone from The Carrack, it is not gone. The photos exist. The film, which was accepted into the Full Frame Documentary Film Festival, will be screened again.

Like us, Art lives and dies.

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“From the Editor’s Desk”

is written by our Editor: Aaron Mandel

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Clarion Content Editor Aaron Mandel, photo by Jessica Arden Photography

Post Script

Don’t read this.

If you were at one or more of these Art events Fri/Sat/Sun, or some of the other great stuff I didn’t mention, like Durham Art Walk Spring Market, Runaway Clothes Spring Premier, Toon & Law at The Pinhook y mas y mas…take great joy and pleasure in it!!! Life is short and transitory. Our wonderful, special 2.5 degrees of separation in Durham can only last so long. When they build all these condos, it is going to change this community.

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