the day trickles to an end. its dark out now. seems a bit too early. a disappointment. it was a gray day. dishes cleaned. hydrated. everything in its place. waiting for the world to turn. eventually it'll bring good fortune.
good fortune. in the land of make believe we make our own bread.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
joo Lie
and yet, is he content? it is a fluctuating state. the camera pulling in and out of focus. the attention of the viewer waxing and waning. the message teetering between non and sense. as our hero steps forth into the abyss of JULY and sees not one but many paths each one dangerous, bland, time consuming and in their own ways deviously worthwhile he gasps- spins about and the world disappears- a spiraling display of melded ideas and opportunities all whizzing about him like a kaleidoscope of time and space. stop.
two whiskeys on the rocks-
a pint of cheap beer-
now lose your wallet.
slowing to a stop the world refocuses in front of him as he stumbles down the closest path.
two whiskeys on the rocks-
a pint of cheap beer-
now lose your wallet.
slowing to a stop the world refocuses in front of him as he stumbles down the closest path.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
same day different post
its about this guy who amidst his rather care free life of socializing and sipping on beverages, is secretly building a life size rocket ship out of cardboard in a large warehouse in the center of portland, oregon.
as coleman would surely ask, "so what?"
and to this i would reply.
"the significance of this piece is in the juxtaposition between the rather hefty undertaking of building a life size "non operational" cardboard rocket ship while existing in a calm and content state. His life does not demand this extra curricular activity.In fact, he would be well enough to go on eating and being merry if there were not deep inside him, slowly crusting over with complacency the low burning desire to progress beyond his current spiritual state. while he in no time during the process visually appears to struggle, it is the mere act of creation that is the struggle itself. as the film progresses and the ship nears completion, we see no change in him.
the interesting element of this piece will be to see how the artist progresses mentally/spiritually/physically through the building of the ship. and finally upon completing it, will he in fact have changed?"
as coleman would surely ask, "so what?"
and to this i would reply.
"the significance of this piece is in the juxtaposition between the rather hefty undertaking of building a life size "non operational" cardboard rocket ship while existing in a calm and content state. His life does not demand this extra curricular activity.In fact, he would be well enough to go on eating and being merry if there were not deep inside him, slowly crusting over with complacency the low burning desire to progress beyond his current spiritual state. while he in no time during the process visually appears to struggle, it is the mere act of creation that is the struggle itself. as the film progresses and the ship nears completion, we see no change in him.
the interesting element of this piece will be to see how the artist progresses mentally/spiritually/physically through the building of the ship. and finally upon completing it, will he in fact have changed?"
today is a glorious day
it has been far to long since my last post. its true. years.
so here i am. blogging. what to say?
lets try this:
im working on a new project. i dont know why i just am. perhaps to better my skills at screen writing. perhaps to finally do what ive wanted for so long: shoot a video in the warehouse. what does it say? what does it mean? how do i feel? you know i cannot answer these questions. and yet it's art so i should know. but i dont. as per usual. so instead i will clunk along up the hill on my little metal track toiling away at another meaningless piece of art so that when it come to its fruition, for a brief second the clouds in my mind will part and i will be bathed in glorious mind sunshine and go, "ahhhhhhhhh, that's right. Now i remeber." before i forget.
so here i am. blogging. what to say?
lets try this:
im working on a new project. i dont know why i just am. perhaps to better my skills at screen writing. perhaps to finally do what ive wanted for so long: shoot a video in the warehouse. what does it say? what does it mean? how do i feel? you know i cannot answer these questions. and yet it's art so i should know. but i dont. as per usual. so instead i will clunk along up the hill on my little metal track toiling away at another meaningless piece of art so that when it come to its fruition, for a brief second the clouds in my mind will part and i will be bathed in glorious mind sunshine and go, "ahhhhhhhhh, that's right. Now i remeber." before i forget.
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