Colby Brumit

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Where do we go from here?

August 1, 2011 by colbybrumit | 0 comments

Don’t panic!

There is a chess game going on in my brain… I often think about what jobs/careers will actu­ally be around in ten years, and which will fall by the way­side. Between out­sourc­ing and advances in tech­nol­ogy, there’s this accel­er­a­tion hap­pen­ing: where once a sin­gle job might be ren­dered obso­lete, now entire fields and indus­tries are dis­ap­pear­ing. Ten years ago this hap­pened with man­u­fac­tur­ing, and now more is crum­bling around us. Post offices are dis­ap­pear­ing. News­pa­pers are becom­ing pamphlet-sized. Libraries are clos­ing their doors (hope­fully only temporarily).

As some­one con­sid­er­ing a few career options, it’s ter­ri­fy­ing. I can envi­sion this type of dystopia where “the pow­ers that be” have pity on us and re-open these types of indus­tries in the name of cre­at­ing jobs. Yet, the peo­ple work­ing those jobs are com­pletely aware that what they are doing is totally futile. Mean­ing­ful work is impor­tant. Pur­pose is important.

As this sys­tem col­lapses into itself, there will obvi­ously be jobs that are secure. Doc­tors, nurses, mechan­ics, fire­fight­ers, sol­diers… these fields that deal with direct expe­ri­ence, with the body seem safe. But there’s not enough demand to allow every­one in the U.S. to be a doc­tor, or a police offi­cer, or a farmer. What about the rest of us? What’s next?

My back-and-forth a purely intel­lec­tual pur­suit in no way con­nected to authen­tic­ity, natural-born tal­ent or the human soul.

Orlan discusses pain, feminism and narcissism

July 31, 2011 by colbybrumit | 0 comments


I’ve been fas­ci­nated with Orlan since I first dis­cov­ered her my fresh­man year of col­lege. At the time, she was pre­sented in my art his­tory class as an artist who com­pos­ited all these faces from famous works of art, and strived to trans­form her­self into a grotesque copy of this sim­u­lated face. When I think about it now, this notion/narrative seems sim­plis­tic and quaint. There is such a per­for­ma­tive aspect to her work that the above expla­na­tion is really the easy way out.

One of the most beau­ti­ful things about Orlan is that she makes appar­ent the fact that we are per­form­ing with our bod­ies each day. And while none of us are under­go­ing surgery with­out anes­thetic, per­haps we should wake our­selves up to the arti­fi­cial­ity of our day-to-day life and our movements.

I love it when artists make dec­la­ra­tions like, “pain is an anachro­nism.” On the sur­face they seem so self-indulgent–oh, Orlan!–but these state­ments are per­haps the only things chal­leng­ing us anymore.