HENGKY STRAWBERRY

Not long ago a daughter was born to an ordinary family. The infant grew into a child who was happy and healthy in every way, except that, to her parents' dismay, she never uttered a word. She grew to four years old, crawling, walking, then climbing, but never speaking. One morning her mother put the usual bowl of oatmeal on the table for breakfast. Imagine her surprise to hear from the girl's lips a crystal-clear, "Mama, the oatmeal is too hot!" Mother and father, delighted and baffled, rushed to their daughter. "If you could speak, why haven't you said anything before?" ''Up until now," the child responded, "everything's been fine."

As children we are all artist, every one of us in the world. As we grow, the creative impetus within us often fades, yet outsider art proves the existence of the unending power of human creation. Within each of us is that spark, that shared universitality of human creativity. For some, thankfully, the spark never dies, never finds itself crushed by the norms of adult behaviour and cultural conditioning. It is to these natural and intuitive creators that outsider art owes it existence.

I believe that each human being has a secret. As for my self, my work has made me realise that this secret, in the last analysis, is the same for everyone. Yet everyone believes individually in their own secret - the notion of being unique, that sort of thing. People pretend to believe that this something unique to each individual.

People laughed, disapproved, and criticised me, but as this sort of alienation was neither contagious not dangerous, they didn't see much point in fetching the doctor, and thus able to give myself up to my passion

It's a feeling, you can not explain. You're born with it, and it just comes out. That's you, and that's all about it.

We are pathetic. We are stars.
We are either sad and sickly or we are glamorous and new. We walk in and the choices race through my head. Sad and sickly? Or glamorous and new? Sad/sickly or glamorous/new? Sad/sickly? Glamorous/new?
We are unusual and tragic and alive.
We walk into the throng of parents and children.
We are disadvantage but young and virile. We walk the halls and the playground, and we are taller, we radiate. We are orphans. As orphans, we are celebrities. We are foreign exchange people, from a place where there are still orphans. Russia? Romania? Somewhere raw and exotic. We are bright new stars born of a screaming black hole, the nascent suns burst from the darkness, from the grasping void of space that folds and swallows - a darkness that would devour anyone not as strong as we. We are oddities, sideshows, talk show subjects. We capture everyone's imagination.

Technology

Buy it, use it, break it, fix it, Trash it, change it, melt - upgrade it, Charge it, point it, zoom it, press it, Snap it, work it, quick - erase it, Write it, get it, paste it, save it, Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it, Plug it, play it, burn... more

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