Tiger Woods continued his return to golf coming fourth in the US Open yesterday. This follows even more sex scandal controversy after a porn star last week claimed he is the father of her 9 year old son.
The revelations of Tiger Woods’ many extra marital affairs highlighted the fact that he had built a fortress around his true self to protect his image from hungry media and fans. But this has left him isolated and disconnected. He is like Superman in his fortress of solitude except instead of saving lives he makes Nike commercials and instead of being able to see through walls Tiger is able to see through non-profitable clauses in Nike commercials and instead of wearing a giant S logo on his clothing whenever in public Tiger sleeps with lots of women he’s not married to.
He is now back in the game he loves but has he learned anything? The real question is, have we learned anything? Or even more importantly, have I?
Do we as human non-golfers also build fortresses around our true selves and feelings, scared of being hurt or hounded by paparazzi? I know I do. I decided to build this fortress in the middle of London but I then invited people to come inside my fortress. The hope was that it would make people stop for a moment in their busy lives and think about human connections.
The results made me, on the whole, more fearful for the human race following conversations such as the following;
ME: “Hello, would you like to come into my fortress?”
ART CRITIC: “Pardon?”
ME: “Oh it’s nothing weird, it’s just a metaphorical fortress of emotional walls. And also this actual fortress behind me”.
ART CRITIC: “Uh, no thank you”
ME: “Hello, would you like to enter my fortress?”
ART CRITIC 2: “Yes!”
ME: “You would?!”
ART CRITIC 3: “Leave the strange lady alone, Timmy”
ART CRITIC 2: “Waaaah”
ME: “Hello, want to come inside my fortress?”
ART CRITIC 4: “Yes I do pretty lady. How much you charge?”
ME: “Nothing, art is free!”
ART CRITIC 4: “Free? Very giving. You all clean?”
ME: “It’s very cl- oh, uh… actually, I think I need to close the art fortress now sorry”.
The failure of this artwork taught me a lot about emotional defences, the danger of pride and masonry.