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Posted in art, Digital Collage, digital collage, photography, writing, architecture, Digital Manipulation, Experiments, F R A G M E N T S, Photography, photography, Spontaneous Constructs, Uncategorized, tagged android app, digital manipulation, filter, photo illusion, Photography, red, special effects on March 6, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Posted in Architecture, Coffee, Poetry, Quotes, school, School Work, sketchbook, sketching, Thoughts in the alley, Uncategorized, Watercolor, Writing, tagged Carlos Fuentes, cities, city, Coffee, ink drawing, Poetry, poetry on architecture, revolution, sketch, sketchbook, urban design on January 31, 2011 | 3 Comments »
Come, let yourself fall with me into the lunar scar of our city, scratched by sewers, crystal city of vapor and mineral frost, city witness to all we forget, city of carnivorous cliffs, city of immobile pain, city of immense brevity, city of the motionless sun, city of the long burning, city of the slow fires, city up to its neck in water, city of playful lethargy, city of black nerves, city of three umbilical scars, city of yellow laughter, city of twisted stink, city between air and worms, city of ancient lights ,old city nested among birds of omen, new city next to sculpture dust, city reflection of gigantic heaven, city of dark varnish and stonework, city beneath glistening mud, city of guts and tendons, city of violated defeat, city of submissive markets, city reflecting fury city of anxious failure, city woven with amnesia….
Posted in art,poetry,writing, Books, Cures for the Nothing, digital collage, photography, writing, architecture, Drawing, Experiments, Poetry, Spontaneous Constructs, Thoughts in the alley, Uncategorized, Writing, tagged Alice in Wonderland, Art Exorcises, Cheshire, Christmas in July, Hauntings, Lewis Carroll, Obsessions on July 30, 2010 | 2 Comments »
From Disney’s Alice in Wonderland (1951).
Cheshire Cat: Oh, by the way, if you’d really like to know, he went that way.
Alice: Who did?
Cheshire Cat: The White Rabbit.
Alice: He did?
Cheshire Cat: He did what?
Alice: Went that way.
Cheshire Cat: Who did?
Alice: The White Rabbit.
Cheshire Cat: What rabbit?
Alice: But didn’t you just say – I mean – Oh, dear.
Cheshire Cat: Can you stand on your head?
I have material for three new posts and some serious retroactive editing to do; have been drawing, reading short fiction, poetry, and fascinating stories about forensic art curating- all of which I will share with related art. But let me start with saying that at times intense reading (input) for the ambitious –or obsession-prone– designer/visual artist can be considered a passive-aggressive behavior, when so much needs to be in output mode, expressed, exorcised. Indeed, Julia Cameron in her Artist’s Way asks us to refrain from reading for one week, as we need to temporarily pause others’ voices and opinions to recognize and strengthen our own.
Lately my work, alas, has been hindered: I had to hunt (and was haunted by) a ghost with sixty-four teeth. The wheels of karma turned and I , who once called someone-undeservedly- a ghost, have had to suffer one.
All this to say (and yes, Art is process, it is a filter, it exorcises…it is a strainer, a sieve. She is a savior):
I have been walking under a black cloud for three months
Holding my breath
Only it was not a cloud
-though it hung like a pale, hungry moon-
It was the Cheshire smile of a ghost
Useless, hideous ghost that would not go away
Spoke maddening riddles, multiplied hydra-like,
Says I…. I….I….
That single grin is fading again
And I, tethered, am starting to exhale.
 Definitions from The Free Dictionary:
haunt // (hônt, hnt)
v. haunt·ed, haunt·ing, haunts
v.tr. 1. To inhabit, visit, or appear to in the form of a ghost or other supernatural being.
2. To visit often; frequent: haunted the movie theaters.3. To come to the mind of continually; obsess: a riddle that haunted me all morning.4. To be continually present in; pervade: the melancholy that haunts the composer’s music.
v.intr. To recur or visit often, especially as a ghost.
vb 1. (Myth & Legend / European Myth & Legend) to visit (a person or place) in the form of a ghost
2. (tr) to intrude upon or recur to (the memory, thoughts, etc.) he was haunted by the fear of insanity3. to visit (a place) frequently4. to associate with (someone) frequently
n 1. (often plural) a place visited frequently an old haunt of hers.
Posted in art,poetry,writing, Design, Drawing, Experiments, F R A G M E N T S, Graphic Design, Painting, Uncategorized, tagged “I have a strong will to love you for eternity.”, body art, eucalyptus oil, henna, Milan Kundera quotes, tattoo on May 10, 2010 | 1 Comment »
Posted in art,poetry,writing, digital collage, photography, writing, architecture, Drawing, Experiments, F R A G M E N T S, Poetry, Quotes, Spontaneous Constructs, Thoughts in the alley, Uncategorized, Writing, tagged blood, bombs, chi di spada ferisce di spada perisce, Digital Collage, gospel, hamlet, he who lives by the sword dies by the swords, ink, keyboard, machine guns, the scene of the crime, thoughts in the alley, words, words as swords, words as weapons on May 9, 2010 | 5 Comments »
It is said that the tragedy of Hamlet is consumed between ‘words’ and ‘swords’. Words, words, words murmur the duelling characters…
Some may say words are swords, of the most insidious kind, and that that which is uttered – or written- has a potential for far more damage than a weapon meant to plunge in an enemy’s body. In Italian there is a saying, its origins in the Gospel, ‘ Chi di spada ferisce, di spada perisce’ [Qui gladio ferit gladio perit] . In English it is translated as ‘He who lives by the sword, perishes by the sword’. As for those who live by the words, we also (must) suffer by words.
As a writer, a wordsmith, a poet – and more importantly, as a sentient human being - I have pondered today the reach of words, their lasting impact as means of communication in the analog and digital age.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Archive.org, NPR, Pandora.com, Audiobooks, Mistery Theater, Twilight Zone Radio, Theather of the Imagination, Suspense 101, CBS Crime Classics, Old Time Radio, Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Holmes Audio Stories on March 17, 2010 | 1 Comment »
[NO IMAGE = IMAGINE]
It’s also been about a year since I gave up my physical studio @ Brokers Building in Gaslamp; miss the extra space but, ironically I produce way more creative output (even though I never finished The Artist’s Way) and am proud, proud, proud to be a card carrying…
Posted in art,poetry,writing, digital collage, photography, writing, architecture, Graphic Design, Painting, Quotes, Spontaneous Constructs, Uncategorized, Watercolor on February 11, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Art is a wound turned into light.
Art is a wound turned into light.
(Thank You Lamees)