art show for week 5

the art show that i attended this week is not your typical art show but it is one that i think exquisitely examples the unison of art and life. i went to a Los Angeles Dodgers v. San Diego Padres game this week with my bff Lauren Mackey. I was really excited to go because not only am I a Nor Cal Dodger fan, but I have never been to a Dodger game, let alone any professional baseball game.  The creation of baseball, known as "America's Past Time" is an art in itself. It is a game built upon the people who make and allow it to exist. I'm not merely speaking of the players, I am referring to the fans, the umpires, the radio reporters, the t.v. reporters, the newspaper reporters, the magazine reporters, the after game show reporters, the pre game show reporters, the vending stand vendors, the mobile vendors in the stands yelling things like "Dodger Dogs!" or "beer!" or "cotton candy!" or "frozen lemonade, chocolate malts!" or "peanuts!", the ticket salesmen, the fan gear sales men, the ticket checkers, the bag inspectors, the stadium builders, the stadium cleaners, the guest singer who sings the National Anthem, the guest singer who sings "God Bless America" before the 7th inning stretch - all of these things an countless more create and preserve America's Past Time. All of these people living and sharing an experience or many experiences together are participating in a historical establishment of the people before them, an establishment that is an art that comes to life by these people who feed it. This art that lives took stronghold upon me the moment I entered the stadium - suddenly I was a part of it all. And I felt like a child.

I think of many things I do in this way. I mean art is life, our lives are art. No one on this earth travels the very same path throughout their time here and everyone creates their own art out of their lives by what the choose to do and not do, the habits they form, the actions they take, the people they choose or allow to enter their creation , their creation of art which is life.

This reality always crosses my mind when I'm driving from LA or Ventura back to SB, for some reason not on the way there though. Pacific Coast Highway and 101 perfectly run alongside the ocean. In some parts the waves even crash up against the highway you are driving on. The mountains to your right or left. This highway is an art that was researched, sketched, constructed into a physical being (sculpture perhaps?), and then and to this day is an interactive piece installed along the coast line, adjacent to a mountain range, that people participate in (re)affirming its existence at all times. It is a living dead piece of art. It is the art of life which is continuous, constant, and everlasting.