Monday, 30 March 2015
Thursday, 26 March 2015
'... Roland Barthes considered the essence of writing in terms of neither use value nor form, neither communication nor calligraphy, but rather in terms of gesture, defined by its ruins: blunders, marks, traces, imperfections, negligence, waste, accidents.... For to stain is to exist' (Allen S. Weiss, from 'Cy Twombly, ou Non multa sed multum' in L'obvie et l'obtus.)
Monday, 23 March 2015
Saturday, 14 March 2015
'Down here by the beach, I feel that I find an image of myself -- of life -- of my life. The strange smell of seaweed reminds me of her... In the dark green water I see the color of her eyes ... And life is like that silent surface (of the horizon) which reflects the light, clear colors of the air. And underneath, in the depths -- it conceals the depths -- with its slime -- its crawling creatures -- like death. We understand each other. It is as though no one understands me better than the ocean'. Edvard Munch
Thursday, 12 March 2015
test print from new project, a transparency tied in a single strand of hair.
'I've searched the rough black ocean for you,
and saw the turbulence drop dead for you,
always lovely, even for those who had you,
Rough Slitherer in your grotto of haphazard.
I lack manhood to finish the fishing trip.
Glad to escape beguilement and the storm,
I thank the ocean that hides the fearful mermaid—
like God, I almost doubt if you exist.'
Robert Lowell. from 'Mermaid'