Thursday, October 16, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
square which turns blobby
I am for an art that is scrapped together, blob-stick constructed. An art that sifts quietly down, parades clamorously between skyscrapers. An art that reflects, records, re-records and re-records and.
I am for an art that goes forwards and backwards. An art that travels in both directions and talks to people on either sides and in between. An art that is sinking, rising, stinking, sloping. And art that you sink into and rise out of with static cling stuck all over. Bathtub art.
Window art, cave art, compartment art, on the road art. Centipedes crawling over maps art. Zipline catapult slingshot art. Floating bird house art, feather grass art
Balloon encased falling down hills art, shifting screen art that detaches and disperses taking a piece up and out.
Cracking rocks art. Nut-shell art. Blops-in-cabinets art. When are you coming home art, beckoning lights art.
Big art, round art, yellow art, red art, climb-in art globe patterned art, tethered art.
I am for an art that is proof of existence, seen through a screen art, a double or triple screen. I am for a backwards art, taking time and sounds and making them go back then come back.
Talking coffee pot art, talking toaster art, talking bread box art, talking tea kettle art, talking tiny pot art, talking flower vase art, talking strange red pot art, talking flour jar art.
A kitchen having a conversation art. Remembering art, sarcastic art, frightened art, forgetting art, disaster art, sounds that have conversations art. Which is like mylar balloons reflecting someone reading letters in a mailbox.
Echoing through tunnel art, that also jives down the street art at nighttime when it is empty.
I am for an art that is buried in small holes dug in the ground. Soft squishy, perpetual motion magnetic machine art.
Tall rippling grass art, which is like a landscape model or a playmobile pirate ship, colorshifting, shade moving strobing light wind-blown art.
Train ride art, car ride art, bus ride art, aeroplane ride art, hot air balloon ride art, boat ride art, ferry ride art.
Wating rooms stuffed with fake flowers art.
OH Fiddly-dee, the rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain and in Hartford Hereford and Hampshire hurricanes hardly ever happen.
One eye closed, streaming in through a window art, sun flapping umbrella art, feet being dragged under sand art.
I am for an art that is pressed up against time, like a boat on a sidewalk strangely tilting art.
I am for an art that goes forwards and backwards. An art that travels in both directions and talks to people on either sides and in between. An art that is sinking, rising, stinking, sloping. And art that you sink into and rise out of with static cling stuck all over. Bathtub art.
Window art, cave art, compartment art, on the road art. Centipedes crawling over maps art. Zipline catapult slingshot art. Floating bird house art, feather grass art
Balloon encased falling down hills art, shifting screen art that detaches and disperses taking a piece up and out.
Cracking rocks art. Nut-shell art. Blops-in-cabinets art. When are you coming home art, beckoning lights art.
Big art, round art, yellow art, red art, climb-in art globe patterned art, tethered art.
I am for an art that is proof of existence, seen through a screen art, a double or triple screen. I am for a backwards art, taking time and sounds and making them go back then come back.
Talking coffee pot art, talking toaster art, talking bread box art, talking tea kettle art, talking tiny pot art, talking flower vase art, talking strange red pot art, talking flour jar art.
A kitchen having a conversation art. Remembering art, sarcastic art, frightened art, forgetting art, disaster art, sounds that have conversations art. Which is like mylar balloons reflecting someone reading letters in a mailbox.
Echoing through tunnel art, that also jives down the street art at nighttime when it is empty.
I am for an art that is buried in small holes dug in the ground. Soft squishy, perpetual motion magnetic machine art.
Tall rippling grass art, which is like a landscape model or a playmobile pirate ship, colorshifting, shade moving strobing light wind-blown art.
Train ride art, car ride art, bus ride art, aeroplane ride art, hot air balloon ride art, boat ride art, ferry ride art.
Wating rooms stuffed with fake flowers art.
OH Fiddly-dee, the rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain and in Hartford Hereford and Hampshire hurricanes hardly ever happen.
One eye closed, streaming in through a window art, sun flapping umbrella art, feet being dragged under sand art.
I am for an art that is pressed up against time, like a boat on a sidewalk strangely tilting art.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
if everything always exists
if everything always exists, your past and future selves and every event and every thing is happening and living all the time continually than what does time mean. Is it a way of communicating with a specific self or action. This is how time works as a continuous, simultaneously events that can perhaps begin but never end.
Lucretius says that every entity is constantly shedding a super thin, almost weightless sheath of itself, and these images of things are flying about all the time.
And babies can see things that are no longer alive because their eyes pick up different kinds of energy.
So there is a continuum, and if we made a room that was self maintaining, and everything cold be copied of millions of times it would be like those sheaths flying about that we could see.
we can communicate forwards and backwards with a time capsule. If it flies, the space it flies through may not have any specific time. And if I dig a hole and bury something it will inevitable be found. maybe not until the future when there will be no ground left? One day, someone will find our landfills. We already mine them for aluminum.
I'm going to record myself doing several actions.
digging holes and burying things
letting balloons go
cracking geodes
maybe
wheeling around an empty cart
changing my clothes
on a completely opposite notes we are almost ready for our objects to have conversations. Nonverbal communication conversations of sounds. The teapot, the coffee pot, the toaster and the lamp are talking. It's a little bit like the brave little toaster, a little. A kitchen that has conversations about forgetting sounds, frightened sounds, sarcastic sounds, waking sounds, disaster sounds. It's the intonation in our voices, these what could be automate responses. how we communicate with our bodies and faces removed. disembodies reactions and noises of wondering and shock!
Lucretius says that every entity is constantly shedding a super thin, almost weightless sheath of itself, and these images of things are flying about all the time.
And babies can see things that are no longer alive because their eyes pick up different kinds of energy.
So there is a continuum, and if we made a room that was self maintaining, and everything cold be copied of millions of times it would be like those sheaths flying about that we could see.
we can communicate forwards and backwards with a time capsule. If it flies, the space it flies through may not have any specific time. And if I dig a hole and bury something it will inevitable be found. maybe not until the future when there will be no ground left? One day, someone will find our landfills. We already mine them for aluminum.
I'm going to record myself doing several actions.
digging holes and burying things
letting balloons go
cracking geodes
maybe
wheeling around an empty cart
changing my clothes
on a completely opposite notes we are almost ready for our objects to have conversations. Nonverbal communication conversations of sounds. The teapot, the coffee pot, the toaster and the lamp are talking. It's a little bit like the brave little toaster, a little. A kitchen that has conversations about forgetting sounds, frightened sounds, sarcastic sounds, waking sounds, disaster sounds. It's the intonation in our voices, these what could be automate responses. how we communicate with our bodies and faces removed. disembodies reactions and noises of wondering and shock!
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
nature/technology
something emily said in class today reminded me of some thoughts I had earlier in the summer. When I was at the science museum, they had all these space pods and such i may have written about this already, but they had drawings and diagrams of them and to me, with tier large bodies and little feet they resembled viruses or cells really closely, and I thought about how we make things sort of in our image in a way, or how we believe parts of ourselves or things in nature look we mirror in the things we make. interstingly this was a device for transportation. it was a pod that looks like some sort of cellular transportation device.
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