TWENTY SOMETHING by Ishi Dinim
In my life Ive heard and will probably hear again those axioms:
Knowledge is power. and Ignorance is bliss.
Almost every morning the familiar voices from CBC rouse me from
my slumber and I ponder those two clichéd statements. Calamity
upon calamity, sorrow upon sorrow I wonder whether the information
Im exposing myself to is empowering or if Id be happier
There is that space of not knowing which contains wonder and a possibility
for growth. My glass of water, my food, my thoughts where
do these things come from before we met and where will they go after
we part? How do I know something? Did I hear it, read it, a film,
the internet, was it from experience or my gut? Im not trying
to question everything that I know, because there are some things
that you just know, you know?
Last night my wife, Catherine, was falling asleep and sad about
some news a friend gave us. As I held her she said, I dont
want things to change. I knew what she meant in relation to
the specific situation but it felt like such a general and weighted
declaration. I responded affirmatively, Yes you do baby, change
is wonderful. Its how we learn and its happening all
the time. We held together close and talked about the world
until we were too tired.
I had this thought that the places we look for knowledge are kind
of like eating a balanced diet. What diversity of sources and perspectives
and media and experiences are we involved with and are they sustaining
continued learning? Did I have too much basketball on TV, Burma
on the radio, China in the paper, animation on the net, and not
enough gardening in the dirt, Genghis on paperback, or conversations
Im turning 30 and Im having a good laugh at myself about
where I thought I would or should be at this point. Expectation,
anticipation, and faith are all at play. Some amazing and unexpected
things have happened along the way. My plans have been completed,
changed and some left in the dust. My future plans will integrate
a growing awareness that doing what I can in spite of the troubles
and because of the troubles in the world is enough.
As I get a little older, one moment at a time, I think more about
my place in a greater continuum, elders passing and children coming.
There are parts of my childhood still very much with me. I also
feel as if the person I want to become is showing himself each day.
May the next thirty be filled with as much love and creativity as
the first. Were all just trying to figure it out as we go
Ishi graduated from Emily Carr Institute of Art and Design in 2001, with
a BFA major in photography. He makes films, collects cacti, and ponders many
things. Currently he is doing what he can for himself and the planet. email@example.com.
Waiting to hear echoes back