To Willing Conflators Of Douglas Heubler And Jeremy Todd (twelfth letter)

Dear Comrades,
The world is full of careers, more or less complicit in the way things are; I do not wish to add another.
I prefer, simply, to engage with existence on my own terms in time, place, representation and memory.
More specifically, my existence concerns itself with things whose interrelationship is beyond perceptual assessments and their mediation.
Understandings of my existence elude professional acknowledgement and colonization.  They require engaged participation in the generation of autonomous conceptual systems of documentation and exchange.
This documentation takes the form of Not Sent Letters, pictures, digital shorts, interdisciplinary performance works and collaboratively realized public events.
What I say and do is part of my existence. I don’t look to others to say things about me. I don’t tell them what I’m about.  Understandings of my existence elude professional acknowledgement and colonization.  They require engaged participation in the generation of autonomous systems of documentation and exchange.
People deny that abstractions have anything to do with being. I don’t accept that. They do.  Conveyance is born of existence, then it starts to make demands.
I exist despite the ongoing mitigation or elimination of lived experience by representation, within an ethically consistent framework of actions that utilize random and logical games, aspects of time, propositions in language, etc.  Documents of appearance and language are realized without, or despite of, “aesthetic” considerations.
Being remains as itself – in life along with everything else – separate from careers and the purposes of careers.
Yours truly,
jeremy