words and pictures often merge
but this is a different take on it
i've been told (via an essay by al alvarez) jean rhys used to write her intense, evocative novels in bits - sentences, phrases, fragments on small pieces of paper. she would put these together in a bag, and would carry this with her. and then she would arrange these pieces into her story. not a random assemblage, but a carefully pieced together mindmap
a wonderful way of working, an evocative construction of a creative mind
new words, new everything (essay)
trying to find this information, i searched "bits" "paper" "bag" and found this from a blog, smallest forest
Besides looking quirky on the wall, I can throw all those bits of paper that turn up during the month into the bag—where they’ll stay put until I can sort them out.
another interesting idea - i like it.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
schadenFreud
people can be nasty
thinking "better you than me", and taking it one step further, the full schadenfreude experience
but what about taking your joy from your own miseries and disasters? another shade of schadenfreude or is this a whole new kettle of fish?
i found a site, spiritual pub (how could that be bad?) with a nice article about ways to quit the habit of complaining - all about accepting yourself, losing your ego and getting some serious empathy and compassion
Monday, June 14, 2010
da da da
for years now i've been sticking images in books
max ernst, crazily amusingly titled, The Gramineous Bicycle Garnished with Bells the Dappled Fire Damps and the Echinoderms Bending the Spine to Look for Caresses, 1921
oh max, you've done it again!
not so much collage as layout
while it gets my creative juices flowing, there's a bit of a disconnect with anything intellectual or visceral
i've seen some collage instances recently which have inspired me to stick outside my square
from happiness etcpreparatory images, horses galloping, by katherine bowman
revisiting dada photomontage,
revisiting dada photomontage,
revisiting dada photomontage,
revisiting dada photomontage,
revisiting dada photomontage
revisiting dada photomontage
revisiting dada photomontage
revisiting dada photomontage,
revisiting dada photomontage,
revisiting dada photomontage,
john heartfield, whoever reads, 1930max ernst, crazily amusingly titled, The Gramineous Bicycle Garnished with Bells the Dappled Fire Damps and the Echinoderms Bending the Spine to Look for Caresses, 1921
oh max, you've done it again!
and finally, anarchic re-interpretation of collage, surely this counts???
i knew i liked sofia coppola!! (and her office)Friday, June 11, 2010
soft target
last night, my mind wandered
i was thinking about exploring life's edges, and i imagined rolling a lolly, a humbug, a bulls-eye, around in my mouth
feeling its edges
from there i remembered the bull's eye slit in un chien andalou
a horrible scene i've never let myself watch
and so my thought went to bull's eyes, targets
and i thought about the pop art work "soft target", a target falling dripping like one of dali's clocks
but i made it up
i'd conflated jasper johns (target) + claus oldenberg (toilet) to create something that never was
no soft targets!
i was thinking about exploring life's edges, and i imagined rolling a lolly, a humbug, a bulls-eye, around in my mouth
feeling its edges
from there i remembered the bull's eye slit in un chien andalou
a horrible scene i've never let myself watch
and so my thought went to bull's eyes, targets
and i thought about the pop art work "soft target", a target falling dripping like one of dali's clocks
but i made it up
i'd conflated jasper johns (target) + claus oldenberg (toilet) to create something that never was
no soft targets!
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
spot on
John Baldessari
National City (w,1,2,3,4,5,6,B) Details - 2 and 3 (1996-2009)
Courtesy 2009 John Baldessari Studio © John Baldessari
Colour photographs with acrylic paint
46x46cm
it must be said, i'm no huge fan of baldessari
i'm fairly unmoved by his work (although i enjoyed a recent article in tate etc)
last week, something reminded me of his work. either i saw a picture (a donkey?) with something obscuring its face, or for some reason i imagined putting a coloured dot or balloon over a picture (probably a donkey) in a gesture to baldessari. who knows?
National City (w,1,2,3,4,5,6,B) Details - 2 and 3 (1996-2009)
Courtesy 2009 John Baldessari Studio © John Baldessari
Colour photographs with acrylic paint
46x46cm
it must be said, i'm no huge fan of baldessari
i'm fairly unmoved by his work (although i enjoyed a recent article in tate etc)
last week, something reminded me of his work. either i saw a picture (a donkey?) with something obscuring its face, or for some reason i imagined putting a coloured dot or balloon over a picture (probably a donkey) in a gesture to baldessari. who knows?
this is not the picture. it is merely an approximation of the picture (possibly a donkey)
a little quote from a frieze article about baldessari's No Face/Faces phase
There was a period when he blocked out the faces on the photographs he used as source material so that attention could be paid to other areas of the picture. This sounds similar to his procedure in life drawing class of draping fabric over the models’ heads so students would focus on other parts of the body. After a decade of blocking, faces were allowed back, but not entirely.
There was a period when he blocked out the faces on the photographs he used as source material so that attention could be paid to other areas of the picture. This sounds similar to his procedure in life drawing class of draping fabric over the models’ heads so students would focus on other parts of the body. After a decade of blocking, faces were allowed back, but not entirely.
a huge balloon made up of baldessari like blobs of colour,
blocking out itself
how self-reflexive of the brain
bits missing, bits replaced
John Baldessari
Repair/Retouch Series: An Allegory About Wholeness (Plate and Man with Crutches) 1976
Courtesy 2009 John Baldessari Studio © John Baldessari
Four black-and-white photographs, mounted on board
38.1x61cm
blocking out itself
how self-reflexive of the brain
bits missing, bits replaced
John Baldessari
Repair/Retouch Series: An Allegory About Wholeness (Plate and Man with Crutches) 1976
Courtesy 2009 John Baldessari Studio © John Baldessari
Four black-and-white photographs, mounted on board
38.1x61cm
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
contrary
when i was a kid, i had a fair amount of contempt for the mary, mary of quite contrary fame
roald dahl's take on it
oh, a beautiful blog all about balcony gardens,
i don't think i knew what contrary meant
the rhyme, with its "silver bells, cockle shells" made me think of prissy girls and shell-encrusted jewellery boxes
i saw two of her wors at the mca gallery in sydney
one was a sydney harbour bridge, not unlike this one
the other was truly beautiful, a sailing ship - i haven't been able to find any images of it
there was a shell-encrusted house around the corner from where i lived about 10 years ago, a view of the bay of naples painted under the eaves, and cement-stuck shells on the walls. beautiful in an art brut kind of way
which brings me back to mary and her contrary garden, with its silver bells and cockle shells
the other day i realised it suddenly reminded me of derek jarman's famous garden in dungeness
the joy of junk and found objects
the joy of junk and found objects
i like the idea of surprises in a garden jarman produced a place of wonder from the shale and driftwood, iron and flotsam
it is an inspiring place in an otherwise desolate landscape
a garden nearby has taken a rusty leaf from jarman's book, and produced something similiar
what i realised, is that ole contrary mary is an inventive thinker, an independent mind,
not be bloody-minded as ready to follow her own heart, mind and spirit
frankly cockle shells and silver bells in a garden is a wonderful idea
it is something rare and special to have an eye for beauty
here are some rare and beautiful things found in another garden of wonder and surprises
roald dahl's take on it
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
"I live with my brat in a high-rise flat
so how in the world would I know."
silly mary, not to take pleasure in the ordinary things...
and an indoor tree solution for those of us who can't grow & nurture nature
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
indiscreet charm of the bourgeoisie
louise bourgeois died today
the guardian obituary ended with a quote from an exhibition of recent works,
and thus it becomes an apt epitaph for an ancient artist
but the quote continues,
I have taken my memories into my arms and have soothed them.
Nothing to Remember, 2004 – 2006
Nothing to Remember, 2004 – 2006
and suddenly the quote is more visceral, more louise bourgeois
other works in the same exhibition ballyhoo her indiscreet power,
they are wonderful,
heavy and light
deft and profound
"bourgeois made great work and bad work"
(as that same guardian obituary notes) "she didn't care to choose", to discriminate
She even published her insomniac bedside drawings. (in 2 volumes, 741.944 BOUR )
and why not?
somehow it's hard to think she censored herself,
she was messy and alive and busy, and i can't think of a better description of life
lyre lyre, pants on fire
John William Lewin (1770–1819)
Lyrebird of Australia Maenura superba c.1810
Lyrebird of Australia Maenura superba c.1810
Rex Nan Kivell Collection
National Library of Australia
my dad told me a story, apocryphal no doubt, about a polish immigrant working in the high plains of victoria. as he went about his business, this pole would swear mightily in his native tongue.
when he left the area, his swearing continued.
a local lyrebird now able to swear in perfect, fluent polish.
lyrebirds are nature's mimcs.
i think i'm not far behind.
when i was growing up, i was always, steadily 5 years behind my sister.
when he left the area, his swearing continued.
a local lyrebird now able to swear in perfect, fluent polish.
lyrebirds are nature's mimcs.
i think i'm not far behind.
when i was growing up, i was always, steadily 5 years behind my sister.
what she did, i'd try to copy.
she would draw princesses, i would draw princesses.
she would write stories, i would write stories.
it probably drove her crazy. and i could never quite catch up.
i think it's about time i struck out on my own.
she would draw princesses, i would draw princesses.
she would write stories, i would write stories.
it probably drove her crazy. and i could never quite catch up.
i think it's about time i struck out on my own.
tangential thought:
one late night (live) (includes audio!), i heard an interview with psychoanalyst salman akhtar. he is a wonderful thinker. asked how an indian poet, who publishes in english and urdu, came to work as a psychoanalyst in the usa.
salman told the rather wonderful story about how his father was a famous poet, and he'd often be pointed out as being his father's son, but that one time he went to a party and was pointed out as being the brother of a bollywood director, and that made him think, oh no! that's enough of that!
and changed his life, and struck out on his own.
he was in melbourne for the 2010 freud conferencing, talking about "the role animals, things, space, time and God have in the formation of personality". how lovely!
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