#201: The Void (A Dream, A Manifesto Offshoot)

I think about blank spaces a lot.

Sometimes I try to fill them with my imagination.  

To create imaginary artworks to fill spaces on walls, on floors, in lives.

But I also think about leaving them blank.

I think about silence.  

I think about silence as a blank space.

I think about blank spaces as silence.  

I think that a blank space in art is the equivalent of silence in music.

John Cage silenced an orchestra.  

I want to call blank spaces art.

Silence where no sound is made (Does Silence Exist? IV): Physical Version

I want to add a small label to the wall of the Tate and in doing so add an artwork to the display.

Waiting for art

I want them to leave a gap in the Royal Academy Summer Exhibition and give it a title in the catalogue.

Whatever else you see here, this is the future to avoid

It is about silence representing absence.

A place to stop and discuss the other works (but not this one)

Absence of music.

Freedom?

Absence of art.

It is what you make of it

But with instruments all around, or artworks all around.

This is both art and not art

Absence.

Your imaginary art ideas board

I think about absence of art as art.  A title alone and a blank space.

Nothing makes sense

The ultimate void.  

My Nothing, or (I know I believe in nothing but it is) My Nothing

More than a blank canvas, or a white one, or a monochrome one, or a phial of air or an empty shoebox and so on and so forth: and more simple than an elaborate opening to an empty gallery and case.

An absence, a blank space, a void among their opposites.  

A blank space that screams.

A dream.  A blogpost.  An idea.  A manifesto offshoot.

Postscript:

And beyond?  Can it go further?

For beyond the blank canvas there is a blank space and beyond that an empty room.  Then empty floors and empty buildings and beyond - not empty things but empty areas, empty places.