I was enamored of Mistake-ism before I ever knew it existed. The way Navajo blankets must bear a flaw. Aleatory day breaking into tiny acts of unknowing. It's like I could feel inside the nerve fibers of animals, how they'd flare into readiness. No armor, no geometry. Later, I came across the works of many artists working within the field of Mistake-ism. Cassavettes and Rowlands, Thelonious Monk, Ono, Basquiat, etc. I learned from Harmony Korine that Mistake-ism should not be merely funny, or beautiful, or tragic, but all of these at once and in no particular order. Each Mistake-ist act leads one back to where things start, tricking existence into a perpetual middle. The way walking is actually a protracted fall; life is one long slip on the spirit's banana peel.
I was enamored of Mistake-ism before I ever knew it existed. The way Navajo blankets must bear a flaw. Aleatory day breaking into tiny acts of unknowing. It's like I could feel inside the nerve fibers of animals, how they'd flare into readiness. No armor, no geometry. Later, I came across the works of many artists working within the field of Mistake-ism. Cassavettes and Rowlands, Thelonious Monk, Ono, Basquiat, etc. I learned from Harmony Korine that Mistake-ism should not be merely funny, or beautiful, or tragic, but all of these at once and in no particular order. Each Mistake-ist act leads one back to where things start, tricking existence into a perpetual middle. The way walking is actually a protracted fall; life is one long slip on the spirit's banana peel.