White other
(short official version)
Appendice
My name For my artistic endeavours of all sorts I have been using the name of Skew Wiff for the stray lanes my mind enjoys taking but a better name should have been Mr No Nonsense. The birth name I bore is different. My parents chose half of it for me and it’s been printed on an official document. However I also was given a few nicknames people gave me. Ludo is how you could call me. Now I have a few short questions to ask:
Does it really matter where I am from?
Does it really matter where I live?
Does it really matter where I work?
When I’m asked to fill documents I tick the boxes in front of the words “White other”.
There are no boxes in the usual questionnaire that ask about the level of privilege that come with my status or where various people think I am from whether they see me or hear me or both or only one of these two or more criterias their mind makes up as they perceive my body parts and their external manifestation (talking, noises, movements, interests, food).
There are no boxes that allow for presenting the various levels of complexity of my origins.
Complexity has lost its importance in this world which is infinitely complex and that we study so much
but still know little about.
However some people have the strong belief that upon the visible manifestation of my body, they can savagely attack me, break my bones and show my blood the light of day. Meanwhile the less violently inclined others relentlessly work at forging inside my mind through slow but intense and regular abuse of my body that I belong to them and I owe them time, sweat and blood and that this is for my own good.
The fact that I am sharing with you that I am trapped in many ways makes much more sense to me than to inform you where I am from which I will never exactly know since it takes a lot of scientific research to discover. I do also, sincerely but with no expectation, hope that it makes you reflects on who you are.
As I am standing here writing this now and you reading this now, I can say that you and I are sharing a similar and different notion of time (now); we also can communicate in a similar language which we both understand; and that I feel myself breathing which I believe you also do (although this might become erroneous in the future, at the present time it is still a necessity for life to happen).
Note that breath has no colour and happens inside every human beings.
We both breathe, it happens in a similar place.
I’m from this place.
My career. I have now lived over 40 years on this planet and I have never been able to seriously think of developing a career. Since an early age the people I looked up to were those who had done many different things in many different countries with and for many different people, challenging themselves and going through lots of very different experiences. This more or less intentionally is the way I lived. I enjoyed this a lot, even the hard bits. With the years I came to feel a need for more stability and my activities became less varied and more focused. I became better at channeling my energy which is useful as one grows older. I am happy that my past experiences have helped me understand and find my self. If this can be called work then there is still a lot of work for me to do to know myself. I wish this to be my goal for the rest of the time on this planet.
I presume in today’s economics-dominated world although it does not fit the description, this would be called my career.
My practice. I tend to be too possessive. Having to write or talk about things that starts with “my” does not help me so much therefore I will skip this question. This saves me from puffing up my ego uselessly, saves you to read more rubbish and saves both of us time. Or if you like, to be succinct to the extreme, let me say this, I do too many things too often and I forget to eat and sleep which is silly as is using words like multi-pluri-inter-disciplinal-community arts.
Ludo.
(short official version)
Appendice
My name For my artistic endeavours of all sorts I have been using the name of Skew Wiff for the stray lanes my mind enjoys taking but a better name should have been Mr No Nonsense. The birth name I bore is different. My parents chose half of it for me and it’s been printed on an official document. However I also was given a few nicknames people gave me. Ludo is how you could call me. Now I have a few short questions to ask:
Does it really matter where I am from?
Does it really matter where I live?
Does it really matter where I work?
When I’m asked to fill documents I tick the boxes in front of the words “White other”.
There are no boxes in the usual questionnaire that ask about the level of privilege that come with my status or where various people think I am from whether they see me or hear me or both or only one of these two or more criterias their mind makes up as they perceive my body parts and their external manifestation (talking, noises, movements, interests, food).
There are no boxes that allow for presenting the various levels of complexity of my origins.
Complexity has lost its importance in this world which is infinitely complex and that we study so much
but still know little about.
However some people have the strong belief that upon the visible manifestation of my body, they can savagely attack me, break my bones and show my blood the light of day. Meanwhile the less violently inclined others relentlessly work at forging inside my mind through slow but intense and regular abuse of my body that I belong to them and I owe them time, sweat and blood and that this is for my own good.
The fact that I am sharing with you that I am trapped in many ways makes much more sense to me than to inform you where I am from which I will never exactly know since it takes a lot of scientific research to discover. I do also, sincerely but with no expectation, hope that it makes you reflects on who you are.
As I am standing here writing this now and you reading this now, I can say that you and I are sharing a similar and different notion of time (now); we also can communicate in a similar language which we both understand; and that I feel myself breathing which I believe you also do (although this might become erroneous in the future, at the present time it is still a necessity for life to happen).
Note that breath has no colour and happens inside every human beings.
We both breathe, it happens in a similar place.
I’m from this place.
My career. I have now lived over 40 years on this planet and I have never been able to seriously think of developing a career. Since an early age the people I looked up to were those who had done many different things in many different countries with and for many different people, challenging themselves and going through lots of very different experiences. This more or less intentionally is the way I lived. I enjoyed this a lot, even the hard bits. With the years I came to feel a need for more stability and my activities became less varied and more focused. I became better at channeling my energy which is useful as one grows older. I am happy that my past experiences have helped me understand and find my self. If this can be called work then there is still a lot of work for me to do to know myself. I wish this to be my goal for the rest of the time on this planet.
I presume in today’s economics-dominated world although it does not fit the description, this would be called my career.
My practice. I tend to be too possessive. Having to write or talk about things that starts with “my” does not help me so much therefore I will skip this question. This saves me from puffing up my ego uselessly, saves you to read more rubbish and saves both of us time. Or if you like, to be succinct to the extreme, let me say this, I do too many things too often and I forget to eat and sleep which is silly as is using words like multi-pluri-inter-disciplinal-community arts.
Ludo.