Donald Argent
the artist
The artist is a recluse of sorts, a shimmering screen and flashing
cursor the only illumination in his den. A student frustrated by his
inabilities, not only educational, to communicate with others what he
feels. His inner peace is found in his training and the outpourings
to the screen and small scraps of paper which litter the room. He
often loses himself in his passion for the martial-arts only to find
that all the problems remain when he returns. A humble person,
striving to meet his educational demands while still maintaing his
sanity and sense of reality.
the art
The art he creates comes in the form of emmotional outbursts at any
given time. Thoughts hastily scribbled on scrap paper, later to be
reworked with others into poetry, lyrics for unwritten songs and the
occasional caption under a pencil redered drawing. These are rarely
shown to others for fear of misunderstanding or rejection. More often
than not it is because the thoughts are too raw and cutting, strewn
together in a fashion which tears out his soul. Alot of these
thoughts are phillosophical in nature, stemming from his background in
the martial arts and own beliefs/interpretations.
the beret
If any beret is to be chosen it would seem to alternate between the
hooded mask of a ninja and an old beaten and abused cap (used to keep
the long curls of hair from aggrovating him when they fall in front of
his face.). Donning the uniform of the ninja all his fears and self
doubts are erased, leaving a peaceful tranquility in which to focus
his mind and body as one. The transmutation back (for they are really
two different people) is an arduous one not relished. The inner peace
quickly dissipates to leave a husk filled with pent up frustrations
and rage which he deals with in the way he only knows how. If only he
could bring the two together in an amalgamation of spirits.
Submitted by Donald Argent (argentdj@cs.curtin.edu.au), on Wednesday, June 8, 1994