Showing posts with label collage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label collage. Show all posts

Thursday, April 28, 2011

splatter



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Thursday, March 10, 2011

judgintuintrofeeling

87% Introverted, 13% Extroverted
60% Intuitive, 40% Sensing
53% Feeling, 47% Thinking
80% Judging, 20% Perceiving

And that's me.* (*a la Myplan.com) Rinse & repeat.
(Am I sliding?)

sZsZsZs
Can I see the four s's for the three z's?
The part for the wh0le? 

Conceptualizing complexity.
Abstracting edges.
Imagining over reasoning.

Organize it. Decisive.
Organ Isaac. Dive.
Ambiguity.
I am big, you, itty-bitty.

I tell myself I'm objective
Though I remain ruled by whims

Inuit Intuition
The Ice-olated Eskimo
In an Introverted Igloo
Bipolar bear?
A fish in sea...

Roll dice for incantation.

I'm personal, not impersonal
I impersonate me
I am a person
I person me
I person I
I personify
I person, if I
I person, if I am
I appear I am a person
I am a person, therefore I am

Can't see? Therefore it's for the trees. 

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

trACked her TendOns to a buRied pearl heart

The Tin Woman scares crows,
pale cybernetics, hair-wires curl as altered clockwork ticks,  
fragile fission,
plays like psychoactive anarchist archeologist,
sifting soil-noise under wind-hymns,
fuzz-fractured sinews spewed hot in secret,
but she dug through the scuzz with glass head, metal hands

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

mosaic take 1

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mosaic moSAic mosaik!

Do you agree?

Do you agree with the statement that "First they heard a familiar song all by itself. Then they heard the same song buried in white noise."?

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Still Life with Painting

Hello, my name is "This painting showcases Picasso's use of common materials in an unorthodox manner."
I live at "The printed pattern on the wax cloth conveyed the illusion of chair caning."
I am in love with "The pasted paper appears to be something else than what it truly is, while the rope framing it is a tangible object."
My friend's name is "Shortly thereafter, Braque found a roll of wallpaper with an oak pattern, which he then cut into pieces and integrated them into a drawing."
In the evening, we took a walk through "These endeavors eventually led to pure surface textures being contrasted against one another and forming a coherent artwork."

Madlibs. The terrain of grammar. The life of the sentence. Still life. Meta. Collage. Simultaneous. Parallel. Playful. Painting without paint: painting that is not painting; writing that is not writing.

Text taken from Cubism by Dorothea Eimert, describing Still Life with Chair Caning by Pablo Picasso

Thursday, October 14, 2010

The secret life of a syncope

 "Loss of consciousness resulting from insufficient blood flow to the brain" (or too much?): "FAINT" (is that an order?)
Blanked out & missed something
In between frames
"The loss of one or more sounds or letters in the interior of a word"
Aphasia
Fainted & lost something
Amnesia
Becoming less
"The los  of one or more sounds or letters in the interior of a word"
Is the piece greater than the whole?
Is one piece greater than another whole?
Is the whole greater than the sum of its parts?
"The los  of one or more sounds or l tters in the interior of a word"
Actors' characters have lost their memories & do not realize they were someone else---some piece of them having painted another story over the canvas of a preexisting history
"The los  of one or more s unds or l tters in the interior of a word"
Does the piece contain DNA of the whole?
"T e  l s       on     r      re s u     o  l         n  h   i   e   or     a w r   " 

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

The long road going around.

You connected the dots.I lost the dots.Needles to say, needless to say, need less to say.Dig its digestible digits.Aerosol, sock, comb, cornea.The condemning animal.Illustrations of the mezzo-soprano.Trilling drill.Thorn.The crossbow, the decimal system.The fishing reel, the flamethrower, the iron plow.Hot air balloons, negative numbers.Seismographs & silk.Bromthymol blue.The common muscle.

The cloud chamber, color photography, electromagnetism, fingerprinting, the fountain pen, hypnosis, hypodermic syringes, insulin, the kaleidoscope.Paraffin, piano pedals, pneumatic tires, gunpowder.The lawn mower.Vacuum flasks & wire rope.

Anagnorisis!

Comma, cutting off: limbs.