Spread 180- Jury Duty August 9, 2012Posted by Orly in Uncategorized.
All day yesterday I sat there, at the court house, hoping to be dismissed of jury duty soon. And it happened in the end of the day. Honestly, in a way, I didn’t really mind if I was asked to step out of my little world into another for a few days to be in a juridical position, to listen and then decide on a verdict, on a person’s fate. I had a long time to think, while sitting there, about the meaning of all that, about the word jury, and the active action of jurying, about how one group of people decides for an individual, and how this word applies to what I do, visual expression. In my sleepy, bored state of mind, I was questioning the concept of juried art shows, competitions, about the idea of a ‘knowledgeable committee’ accepting individuals’ art work based on technical skill, creativity, medium, and other requirements. Knowledge, funny word, who decides who is knowledgeable and if what one knows can be determined as knowledge, and if that knowledge is of more value than another person’s knowledge. Don’t we all possess knowledge that is one of a kind, like finger prints? Who was the one who told the cave man that his brother over on the other side of the river is a better muralist than he was? The notion that one group of people judging my visual expression is absurd to me. Never wanted it to be showcased in a gallery because others deciding it ‘deserves’ it. Juried art shows, wildly unreasonable to me. The notion that other people’s knowledge has the power to break anyone’s spirit, is making me not able to breathe properly. Seriously.