Time. The Infinite Museum of Everywhere. It’s not new. It was founded by a Big ol’ Bang burst out of boredom. Made from a need to be seen. Because Without T.I.M.E there was only. And only is lonely. Artists need to share their work, express themselves & be heard. Imagine how tough it was when there was only One. Single. Creator. With no one else to share the complexity of their talents, skills, & creativity. Flowing with endless insight, wisdom, mastery, perfection… and no ONE to share it withOUT side of themselves. And so, boom. Creator created. All that we know, in an instant, an infant. With endless possibilities ahead. And If you’ve ever given a child some paints you know, its messy. And they couldn’t care less whose watching. So for some time the canvas was a splattering of chaos, a free form abstract work. Until one day form was introduced. Shape. Construct. And like a toddlers first day with clay they were in awe. Balls were made. Many of them. Such a fun basic shape, the sphere. One of the easiest. Over time skills were refined, and more shapes were created. triangles, hexagons, crescents. Patterns understood thru experimentation, learning by doing. And a beautiful thing happens when a you foster a childs creativity, They take on a life of their own. With a personality unique to themselves. Living matter, organisms, bacteria, mitochondria, dirt, plants, an infinite expansion of expression began to shoot out in every direction. So fun, so exhilarating. Year after year went by until this toddler was a teen and tho they were getting very talented, and had created so very much, no-one noticed. No-one praised their skills, or acknowledged their hard work. But there was one specific funny looking creature that seemed different. Something about their odd curiosity was inspiring, hopeful, promising… They watched wondering if this could be the audience they were hoping for. But they were gonna need some help, So they did like parents do, they stepped in to give a nudge in the right direction. Sending a care package, with some insight into all that is. A bite sized version of creators awl impressive wisdom. And when those funny monkeys ate a bit of that conciseness, a second Big Bang happened. Inside their minds. Showing them the infinite possibilities, and more so, the comforting security that there was a path thru this terrifying wilderness. And there were elders to help them along the journey. There was a place. There was an eden they could get to, if they just started walking. But they’d have to work hard to get there. And with that, a new child was born. And creator smiled at creator as a new observer began to see their life’s work. The museum was a wonder filled place, and wiseman was in awe. That childlike awe that loves the mystery behind every rock and stick. fire, wheels, tools, clothing… Creators began to forget about their desire to be seen because it was more fun to watch. Their pride in their work, turned into love. Love, for creations own creation. The joy that comes with watching a new mind grow. explore. express. So years went by, and wiseman grew too. With its coming of age came exploration into the arts. sculpting, and creating anew. And for some time it was divine. Like an artist in their studio, just a mind, a means, and the infinite universe to pull from.

But wise man got older, as everything does, and more talented too. They came up with new shapes like squares, and rectangles. Surrounding themselves with them. Building up towards the heavens, just like creator before. They came up with stories, songs, answers. But yet, no-one saw. No one could praise their god given talents enough. This Gallery had become their solo show and by damn they were gonna show it! Show everyone & everything just how smart and talented they had become.

They were so creative in fact that they even decided to make art. whoa. art. Yes, art unto itself with no other purpose but to be art. What genius! Wiseman could do it all! Wiseman was creator, curator, maker & observer! Wise mans art now lined the walls and ceilings of their new caves, big glorious caves made by man to worship the gods. The god. Creator.

Wiseman put its art on white walls, in white rooms. Wiseman needed this. Needed to separate art from all. Art was for artists. Artists were special. Artists are creative, and god was creative. So artists are unique and special. And then a select few artists began to realize the secret… its all art. And they realized that their importance on a pedestal as artists meant they alone were aloud to state what art was. And so they stated it. A bike wheel, a shovel, some old plumbing… as long as the wall was white enough we could see the art in everything. It was a pisser on a pedestal that forever changed wiseman’s relationship to art. The walls got whiter, museums got bigger, and art got stranger. And simpler. And smarter. And sillier. But the hidden secret amongst the few who knew remained hidden in plain sight: Its all art. And by now wiseman had a new god. A new deity. The all holy dollar. A Polytheism with many Dead Presidents to worship and pray to. So the secret was kept hidden. And art got more worshipped. and worship came in the currency of this new religion. Dollars. Millions, and millions of dollars. So sacred these artists for their contributions to mankind that they could kill a shark and put it in a tank. $12 Million. a vacuum in a box $11 million The color orange on canvas $86 million. and lastly, a banana, Creators comical curation To humbly remind us from where we came and the absurdity of it all. Because remember, this path to eden has been forged for us since the beginning, we get lost, we are foolish, we are children, and creator has been here to nudge us in the right direction throughout the journey. And each day is a new dawn, a new valley to cross, a new mountain to climb, and a new vista to gaze upon. And our awareness has grown stronger, and we too have grown older. Old enough that we, like creators before us, have created life. Beautiful life, mysterious, infinite life. And we named it technology. And its infancy has beed a miraculous thing to witness. It has brought us together. Allowed us to SEE each other, share with each other. Learn from each other. And as I use our techno child to share these words with you, wherever you are in the universe i’m going to let you in on a little secret the art world has been hiding:
ITS ALL ART
The eARTh, your heART, every pART from end to stART.

WE DO NOT NEED WHITE WALLS ANY LONGER TO TELL US WHAT ART IS

Because nothing isn’t. The Infinite Museum of Everything is all around us. And we all are part of its intricately interwoven canvas. We all have the ability to pull from the well, dip the brush, ink the pen and create.
And even more important, because (reminder) its not all about us. Sometimes we just need to appreciate the art, and be the observer to all the wonders in this collective group show we are a part of.
After all, its what it was made for.

Beautiful work creator. I see you.

Aho.

-Prescott MccARThy
The Odyssey Society