(Found this via Han Duong)
I love Miranda July. Every time I forget this fact she creates some manner of art to remind me.
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Okay, I do not love Miranda July. We have never met, my love, were this an actual fact, would be for her persona, for the Miranda July she chooses to present the world. It would not be real. Because how can you love only the selective bits of a person? It’s like being in love with one of those sets at Universal Studios, the ones that looks great and interesting on the outside, but actually are not, in fact, buildings at all! They’re just giant walls basically painted to look like the fronts of buildings.
And that thing, that front, cannot be loved. Because it is not real.
Unless you’re aware of that facade, and are in love with it for what it is. You know that the other side of it is just wood holding up wood, unpainted, unfinished. That its purpose is to deceive. That it was crafted by a team of construction workers who really love their jobs because they get to work in Hollywood, have a hardcore union, and have been able to achieve lots of things they didn’t think possible. They get to travel, eat all kinds of weird food in weird places, they met their wives on this set.
Hm, okay, the analogy has kind of fallen apart.
Sufficed to say, I greatly enjoy the work of Miranda July. I hope you do, too.
