"... Down into the earth where dead men go I would go soon and maybe come out of it again in some healthy way, free and innocent of all human perplexity. I would perhaps be the chill of an April wind, an essential part of some indomitable river or be personally concerned in the ageless perfection of some rank mountain bearing down upon the mind by occupying forever a position in the blue easy distance. Or perhaps a smaller thing like movement in the grass on an unbearable breathless yellow day, some hidden creature going about its business - I might well be responsible for that or for some part of it. Or even those unaccountable distinctions that make an evening recognizable from its own morning, the smells and sounds and sights of the perfected and matured essences of the day, these might not be innocent of my meddling and my abiding presence. (...)
"Or perhaps I would be an influence that prevails in water, something sea-borne and far away, some certain arrangement of sun, light and water unknown and unbeheld, something far-from-usual. There are in the great world whirls of fluid and vaporous existences obtaining in their own unpassing time, unwatched and uninterpreted, valid only in their essential un-understanding mystery, justified only in their eyeless and mindless immeasurability, unassailable in their actual abstraction; of the inner quality of such a thing I might well in my own time be the true quintessential pith. I might belong to a lonely shore or be the agony of the sea when it bursts upon it in despair."
-Flann O'Brien, "The Third Policeman" (1967).
30 December 2005
26 December 2005
20 December 2005
"Dame Nature is a gentlewoman. No guide's fee will obtain you her favor, no abrupt demand; hardly will she bear questioning, or direct, curious gazing at her beauty."
-Frederick Law Olmstead, from 'Walks and Talks of an American Farmer in England', 1852.
2 December 2005
27 November 2005
13 November 2005
12 November 2005
Of course working with others entails a dilution of sovereign
monarchic aesthetical design! The power to be a beacon of difference
is lamed a little when negotiation and communication become of
concern. But collaboration prefigures autonomy by a long shot; we can
resist that, we can work with it, or I am sure there are other
4 November 2005
I don't know what the hell I am doing. I am between worlds, without the sharpness of mind to be aware of my surroundings. I don't survive, I dabble. If daily life can be like an architecture, with the 'life force' as the pole opposite the force of gravity, the pillar that is supposed to keep me standing, the realization of art, is rather composed of a diffuse filigree of all of the trivia and discursive habitude of a sketchbook.