Friday, December 11, 2009
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Readymade. There is nothing readymade about the painter's blank canvas or the draftsman’s white sheet, even if we could say that each of those surfaces is already organized, already structured by the lattice through which perspective will map the coordinates of external space. For the smooth white surface of each is nonetheless the index of a kind of emptiness, a fundamental blankness which is that of the visual field itself understood as a field of projection. It stands, that is, for what is assumed to be the nature of vision's spontaneous opening onto the external world as a limitless beyond, an ever retreating horizon, a reserve assumed from the outset but never filled in advance. If in traditional perspective vanishing point and viewing point, horizon line and canvas surface, finally mirror one another in a complicitous reversibility, this is because they represent two funds of pure potentiality, two locations of the always-ever never-yet-filled: on the one hand, the horizon that vision probes, and on the other, the welling up of the glance.
Rosalind E. Krauss, The Optical Unconscious, p. 54, MIT press, 1994 - In a section where she is speaking of Max Ernst's The Master's Bedroom, 1920
Monday, August 24, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Traces of myself, left behind me.
Gliding like ghostly thoughts through foggy forest, footprints become phantasmic momentary lingerers that accompany the traces that fade foolishly until I disperse them again, organically.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Some things become more saturated sometimes:
In a grand scheme, details could perhaps be overlooked;
sometimes they can be disregarded, such is Abstraction.
Being drawn away from the details could also be unsatisfactory.
Details, often, are the only way to differ from one another,
Like tiptoeing through, changing your gait, and feeling new things.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Monday, June 08, 2009
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
The rotation turns from flow through trine and all along keeps the measurement of you.
Around you, partially, without loosing sight.
A list of things appears annotated by picas of parsecs, fragments of the lines that draw you.
Knowing is all that matters.
Draped in an ell of light.