Fear and Desire: A Gift of Trust

I will be handing out ceramic balls which I have made to people I know, and people I do not know, in exchange for their stories.

After these people tell me their stories, I will blog about them and post a picture of the ball I have given them next to their story.

My concept, Fear and Desire, is one which involves a certain level of trust in the sharing, and I see this as a gift.

From a very early age, it has been easy for me to trust and bond with people whom I share a certain "team" kinship with. The balls reference the "team" experience for me, and it is my hope that this gesture will engender trust and generosity in the people I give them to.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Resolution

I have been struggling with this project as of late, and I have come to a resolution.  I have found that this is not what I was after.  I am having wonderful experiences hearing people's stories, but the bottom line is that this is beginning to feel forced.

I am cutting the story part out.  I feel like giving out balls that I make is great, but I do not think that asking for a story in return is working.

The best part of this has been leaving the balls in different places in Portland and now, in Reno, so I will continue to do that, but I will no longer ask for a story in return.

I am not sure I will have anything to blog about in the future, but if I do, I will do it here.

Thanks, and leave any comments here.
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  1. SheilaPOctober 13, 2010 at 9:27 PM

    Spike,
    From Reno, thanks for the Ball I found...I would have shared my Bartering Fear and Desire story but
    I am currently caring for my mom with
    Alzheimer's and my son who has Bipolar. My fears for my mom are mainly health related today, falling, wrong meds, walking out of her front door and getting lost. Her self care is folding in on itself and as the oldest child I offered to move her here to Reno last year when her life alone in Oregon was no longer possible. My desire for her is, that she not know just how much she has lost in memory, capacity for learning, time and problem solving. In this mode daily, I am scanning her environment for jewelry thrown away in the trash, electrical devices unplugged, overstuffed washers and dryers...the list goes on and on. Luckily, she has a 13 year old Himalayan that is keeping her laughing. Laughter is good when words or actions do not happen.
    My 31 year old son is Bipolar and was just released yesterday from a 12 day psychiatric hold that I petitioned in court. My fear for him is not that his illness will keep him from his life
    but the side effects of the different drugs he takes will harm his heart, brain, liver and kidneys. One drug caused Parkinsonian arm tremors,
    the other added 50 pounds within 3 months, another created a zombie affect....My desire for him is that he maintain his diet, educate himself about the drugs he has been prescribed, continue with his art, writings and college. He has sold art pieces already and is hanging more next week in some local shops. I hired a female personal trainer to help him with weight loss, a guitar teacher to work on his fine motor skills that may lessen the shaking. Humor again helps him greatly! He now has a 1 year old Jack Russell Terrier, named PandaJack...seriously a canine comedian that never leaves the stage...just what my son needed! Thanks for the project, I wish you all the best!

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