It's not quite the same as going to a good library and picking up random books to look through. You don't get the smell or the different textures of covers and pages in your hands. The physicality of discovery is absent, however, your eyes can still be in for a treat. The pro of surfing the web is that you can quickly jump from link to link and discover something new and exciting.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Currently looking at...
Shadow Puppets
We danced along your side
Lying where you walked
Sleeping where you ran
Waiting for the moment
You became the silhouettes
While we flickered and pulsated
To the rhythm of your hearts
Now the light is gone
And we lie as one
Until the lightning separates us.
Lying where you walked
Sleeping where you ran
Waiting for the moment
You became the silhouettes
While we flickered and pulsated
To the rhythm of your hearts
Now the light is gone
And we lie as one
Until the lightning separates us.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Passages passing the ages
Three lovely exerpts from Plato's Symposium.
"There is dishonor in yielding to the base, or in a base manner; but there is honor in yielding to the good, or in an honorable manner. Base is that vulgar lover who loves the body rather than the soul, inasmuch as he is not even stable, because he loves a thing that is in itself unstable..."
"The sexes were three in number, not, as they are now, two, male and female; there was also a third the union of the two, having a name corresponding to this double nature, which had once a real existence, but is now lost, and the word 'androgynous' is preserved only as a term of reproach."
"He [Love] is of flexile form; for if he were hard and without flexure he could not enfold all things, or wind his way undiscovered into and out of every soul of man."
"There is dishonor in yielding to the base, or in a base manner; but there is honor in yielding to the good, or in an honorable manner. Base is that vulgar lover who loves the body rather than the soul, inasmuch as he is not even stable, because he loves a thing that is in itself unstable..."
"The sexes were three in number, not, as they are now, two, male and female; there was also a third the union of the two, having a name corresponding to this double nature, which had once a real existence, but is now lost, and the word 'androgynous' is preserved only as a term of reproach."
"He [Love] is of flexile form; for if he were hard and without flexure he could not enfold all things, or wind his way undiscovered into and out of every soul of man."
Monday, February 1, 2010
Before I forget
Likely to be an impossible project:
Get people to take a snapshot of an object/view of concentration or unconscious stare directly before and after a gender reassignment (or related) surgery. I would then translate those photographs into small (11x14) drawings or paintings. The final pieces would be diptychs, or possibly triptychs including the patient's self-portrait.
(This was a very quick thought. Still working on it, even though it probably will never be executed.)
Get people to take a snapshot of an object/view of concentration or unconscious stare directly before and after a gender reassignment (or related) surgery. I would then translate those photographs into small (11x14) drawings or paintings. The final pieces would be diptychs, or possibly triptychs including the patient's self-portrait.
(This was a very quick thought. Still working on it, even though it probably will never be executed.)
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