Q: I feel like you are so focused on this immediate thing- a book, a game, a bug, a worm. When this thing has your attention there really is no way to pull you away from it, is there?
A: Nope. I got it perfected. Nailed solid.
Q: What’s perfected?
A: This tool. It’s a technique. I can turn anything off at will. It’s like switching a button. And I can stay there as long as I have to.
Q: Well how long is that?
A: Just waiting ‘til it’s over. I think it’s almost over, isn’t it?
Q: What is that all for?
A: Oh, it’s for the hole. We gotta do something. It’s a mess.
Q: Ouch. Like what? Fill it in?
A: At best. I don’t know. We dug too deep, for too long and its just a total mess. Rocks rolling down the hill, sinkholes settling in, rancid smells emanating from the hole. It’s just out of hand.
Q: You’re gonna try to dump those rocks in?
A: Yep. Have you heard of the phrase ” I’m rearranging deck chair on the Titanic?”
Q: Oh, I have. I’m sorry.
A: All along you have always been cryptic about this project. You thought it was about the end of a long term relationship or some such nonsense. Look at those images again, with this distance. This is about your youngest son- his role in the family and his challenges with this hand of cards life has dealt him. He’s supposed to be the easy one. Well it doesn’t look easy to be him. You have NASA’s greatest minds cracking the code of your eldest son, the best drugs money can buy, and all these professionals steering the ship. Knowing how to connect with him now is second nature. But your other son, he’s still an enigma, isn’t he?
Q: Totally.
A: Look at those images again. You’ve got an audience this weekend and you need to give this a jolt of adrenaline- you can’t just phone this in. Something happens in a family and it resonates through everyone….no one is isolated and un-affected. Once you start to think that something or someone is easy, is on auto pilot, well that’s when you lose it.
Q: You think that should be the lecture?
A: Duh. You’ve been shooting it and wrestling with it. You’ve heard the saying “write what you know?”. Now go forth.
Q: OK.
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Baton Rouge Autism Speaker Series
6pm, Saturday April 13, 2013
An Evening With Timothy Archibald
The Manship Theatre at The Shaw Center for the Arts
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
A: Oh, no question that everyone who sees it will want to look down into that hole.
Q: What are they looking for?
A : Who knows? Probably something they recognize. I’d think they are looking for something that might relate to themselves.
Q: How do you feel about that?
A: Well everyone here in the house looks into it every day. And everyday we see something new. And rainy days when it fills with water, all you see is yourself.
Q: Now, this is more like what you are trying to do, isn’t it?
A: Sure, it’s closer. But it’s hard not to get something on Halloween.
Q: The hole, again?
A: Yes! But this shot…it’s totally different. Maybe it’s the last hole photograph ever.
Q: How come?
A: Oh, it’s not about digging the hole or obsessing on the hole. It’s about a sunny day, climbing optimistically out of the hole! Take a deep breath and feel the sun!
Q: Huh. I think I get it. So what would then happen to the hole?
A: It’d be filled in. Rich soil and seed filling the hole. Sunshine and water. And the hole becomes a garden. Green, healthy, living, growing…the tree of life grows there.
Q: What’s this about?
A: Well, it’s all about the light on the rock, and the way it is reflecting the light and just taking up the space right there in the middle.
A: And the kid laying down on the ground?
Q: Oh, well he’s a supporting character. Don’t worry about him. It’s the rock. Because the rock fits perfectly in the hole.
A: It does?
Q: Well, not perfectly. But this is nature…it’s not perfect.
Q: You are still working on that hole?
A: Yeah, for sure. Like everyday I do a little bit on it.
Q: This has been easily a year of your life. All focused on this?
A: Sure. I want to get it right.
Q: How right can a hole ever be?
A: Ok, I hear ya. It comes down to this: I can finish the hole by tossing a hand grenade into the ground…and then we’ll have a massive jagged scorched earth hole. Or, I can hire the expert craftsmen, those trained with surgical precision to excavate this hole…and make it really…sustainable. I could have this hole for years.
Q: Yikes. You gotta accept the idea that a hole is really just a hole.
Q: So a skeleton appeared at your bedside?
A: Yah, right there on my nightstand. It’s gotta be a sign, don’t you think?
Q: For sure. But most people would think of it as a bad sign. Like bad news ahead…grim reaper…the opposite of life?
A: Oh not at all. This time it’s a positive.
Q: So you went back again?
A: Sure, but this time I went back with the kids. It does feel like a ritual that I don’t know if they even care about. I take them to my school, my jobs, my bedroom, by favorite food places, even the most mundane things you can imagine- I showed them a place I fell off my bike.
Q: So what are you looking for?
A: I was into to the idea that when I left my hometown life started anew. Other people inhabited that town and I no longer did. Like a hotel room- it resets itself anew for the next person and the receipts are ripped up from my stay. No record, no evidence. Life moved forward only.
Q: And you found that to be true?
A: No, not even close. It’s all connected…history never gets erased. No matter how hard you try to make it do so.
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