We Are From Dust helped launch the talk sessions at Art With Me, Tulum.
I joined @jon_la_g, co-founder of the event, to chat chat is about the importance of art and its ability to transform and change people who experience it.
Art can change lives. I’ve witnessed it happen, in fact I am living proof.
So, after 18 years as a volunteer, captain, guide, and participant at Burning Man, I formed We Are From Dust, a nonprofit dedicated to exploring the impact of art on our sense of identity.
I’m fortunate to have a team that shares this vision, and we’re in the process of creating our first immersive and participatory art exhibition.
I haven’t had much time to blog lately, my latest project has taken heaps of my time. Not just that, I guess, but also some personal stuff, the type of stuff that deflates morale, saps energy, makes a person paranoid.
First the personal stuff. I’ve always had a fear of death. It’s something I’ve only disclosed to a few close friends, some have even tried to help me work through it. Just before summer I had the misfortune of finding one of my most loved relatives slumped in a chair – cold, lifeless and dead.
Coming face to face with death is something I still haven’t been able to reconcile. It’s like I’ve stashed the experience somewhere deep in my mind, in the hope that I never remember it. So far, no one has bothered to ask how I’ve coped, or even how the whole episode has affected me, so I guess it’s a stiff upper lip situation, which is how things have been for the past 8 months…
Professionally, I have set up We Are From Dust (WAF Dust), a nonprofit arts organization dedicated to proliferating interactive, participatory artwork in public spaces and private exhibitions that not only transform the way people engage with art, but changes how they consider their daily lives.
Although WAF Dust is deeply inspired by the artworks created in Black Rock City, we are independent of the Burning Man organisation, in fact I have stepped away from all roles and connections with BMOrg, where I have volunteered for the past 18 years. More about that soon, but – check out our website.
I’ve decided to keep a little journal about our progress, and the affect this adventure is having on me. The story more or less starts here, because I’ve decided not to bore you with details of the many ways that certain people have tried railroading WAF Dust. It’s so surprising how people you hope will support you, end up being the very people to continuously throw banana skins in your path.
No names will be mentioned, but I will share all the highs and lows of the adventure.
Happy reading, it’s going to be a rollercoaster, and I intend riding it to the very end.
It’s March, and I am only just about surfacing for 2016, a belated Happy New Year!
Late in 2015, my friends Billy and Ana Sirr invited Claire and I to the Venice Biennale. It was suppose to be one of those fun-filled weekends, full of food, drink, tomfoolery, and quality time with some of the finest people on the planet, but it fired up my creative juices, and reawakened the final part of a quest that started in 2001.
The outcome is a new not-for-profit called We Are From Dust, which aims to commission and curate transformative art created by the BRC diaspora to exhibit at the Biennale. That’s the background, the future is being written right here…