PROBLEM 0019: On Empty Spaces

I was recently asked by an acquaintance who was familiar with this website, “How is it going?” And I had to admit that at the moment, it was suffering from some bumpiness. I’ve been unable to pursue the quest of 50 museums in 50 states or, it must be confessed, to write for the website for the last two months. Life gets in the way of everything, even death and blogs. The continuity of posts was broken. That is a difficult hill to surmount.


And what is continuity anyway? If I publish on this site every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, what have I accomplished other than the satisfaction of a calendar’s appetite? If there is nothing to write on Monday, Monday does not get a post. If there is nothing to post in October, October is empty. But that doesn’t mean that October was empty for the author. It was just empty for you, my occasional reader.

Empty Spaces by Brian Hischier

Empty Spaces by Brian Hischier

The internet is an electric land of broken promises. People surface on the web for a moment only to disappear when everybody’s back was turned. Internet writers are magicians with an audience who aren’t watching for the trick, they’re listening for the applause while doing something else. Only when someone else erupts in laughter or recommendation will they return to watch. This is no longer a magic show, it is a car accident involving only clowns. If the clowns die, all the better.

If one is to write convincingly—for themselves and for others—about art, one must be willing to allow moments of silence to fill the space of thought. I wouldn’t trust an author who “phoned it in” any more than I would trust an author who met a deadline three weeks early or not at all. Authors aren’t meant to be trusted. They’re meant to be read and responded to. An author knows there’s always more to do, and it takes time to do it, and this holds true for the reader as well. Time is the enemy of no man, no website, no art: the only enemy is not doing and its ally is not responding.