Singapore Italian Futurism
Here it is, the moment we have all been waiting for. I have come to liberate the world of art from its deepest constraints, its inability to live in the present moment. Because it is always running behind, it does not have a hope of grabbing the train that will propel it into the future, and this makes me hopeless and feeling very strange. However, I will set foot in modern Singapore, the perfect place to begin a new artistic movement, and here, the restaurants have Italian that reminds me of my mother. It reminds me of how she made food, not exactly of her herself.
This is an auspicious beginning, and it reminds me that here, in Singapore, the food is fresh, and it is honest, and it tells the truth, because it is fresh. They have fresh food here unlike the preservatives that make one stale and tired, and this has always been this way. They understand that it is not absolutely necessary to have all the latest technologies to make our new futurism. This will be based on the extreme passions of the people in the past, and the magnifying lens is turned the other way toward the future, and suddenly this is us.
The future is us in Singapore, and Italy, and Columbia and even in Madagascar. We are a global community, and we need to remember this so we don’t start speaking in one language and assume we are understood. We are not understood, but we are genius. Although I do not understand the local futurism, or perhaps simply fail to grasp its applications toward an art based on our own energies and rhythms so that we can begin to take in life, and try to sell it somewhere for a better price than we paid for it.
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