GIF Experiments: 32 (Mandorla 1, 2, & 3)
The mandorla symbolizes the intersection of the two spheres of heaven and earth.
A Dictionary of Symbols, J.E. Cirlot
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December 8, 2021
Two Images in Combination, a Quote From Krishnamurti, the Missing Word Recovered + Yin Yang
One empty space binding two sounds
Two words bind silent-space sound
Three words missing in the empty field
Four words found in neighbouring silence.
It is no measure of ______ to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.
It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly ____ society.
Combination _____.
___________ image.
November 22, 2021
GIF Experiments: 30 (Carnival of Shadows 1, 2 & 3)
I created these three GIFs before my Photoshop 5 program became unworkable. A face in Art History seems out of context yet provides commentary, a touchstone. I remind myself, in various ways, of this day when the carnival came to town. A long car driving through shadows into the sun of art history.
I walked past the row houses where I spent my childhood, stepping over syringes, watching for wild dogs, hearing hammering & avoiding ladders leaned against altars in late-afternoon shadow. The wind blew a torn page to my feet: Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. Without understanding why, I put the folded paper in my jacket pocket. A touchstone.
October 24, 2021
Heroes
Heroes in a time of heroes
Return Now to the wild.
I juxtaposed an image from The Book of Kells with a photo found online showing friends or neighbours (or actors) eating dinner on TV trays in front of a television ‘set.’
My father told me once our family had the first television ‘set’ on the block. Yet still my parents and the neighbours, in the new subdivision built on chewed-up farmland, socialized on the street, in lawn chairs, late on summer nights beneath the stars (no glare of streetlights yet). Ice cubes, shaken from metal trays cracked open with a handle, floated in iced coffee served in metal drinking glasses. Sometimes my mother would call me to empty the glass ashtray. Glass and metal and dark. They remembered something about then.
Then felt closer to in the beginning.
Originally this post contained an oblique rhyming poem I edited, in real time throughout the day, down to two lines (above). This is writing to go with the images. It’s not a ‘received’ poem.
Violaine my prism-eyed darling
Golden-robed & ink-wash thin
Walk me deep into that winding forest
Bind my heart as it shudders and spins.
True love, true love, I whisper
As eagles on stallions arrive
No need to rescue me fierce-creatures-of-fire
Violaine heaving inhales – preparing to dive.
Moonlight on dark waters
Blood surging in golden beehives
The winding forest blown over
As eagles on stallions arrive.
Violaine your fingers crooked
One silver nail broken in clay
True love, true love, I whisper
Coffee cooling on my TV tray.
In Now rescue me fierce-creatures-of-fire
In Now touch that dial
Heroes in a time of heroes
Return Now to the wild.
Water flowing across me washes
This recalcitrant heart in my bones
Maybe we’ll meet in Heaven though I am a sinner
For another TV dinner.
September 22, 2021
GIF Experiments: 27 (Run For The Exit)
My (old) Photoshop 5 program became impossible to work with. Some issue with ‘scratch discs.’ So I worked on a 33′ X 5′ roll of Italian paper for a few weeks and developed some writing ideas.
Then I remembered my blog (!) and made this GIF circumventing the ‘scratch-disc’ issue with a simpler arrangement of frames.
July 26, 2021
GIF Experiments: 25 (Exploring Five Lines from Lyon by Pierre L’Abbe in Six Variations)
In the traboules of the Croix-Rousse
the shuffling silk weaver
the bile of vertigo rising in his throat moves left
in the stairwell only the balls of his feet
on narrow circular steps
(from Lyon, Pierre L’Abbé)
Pierre L’Abbé is a poet and fiction writer, he recently translated Palestine, a novel by Hubert Haddad.
July 10, 2021
GIF Experiments: 24 (The Ronettes… although)
I’m glad I was able to post a GIF today. I was working with a large volume of images interpreting five lines from Lyon by Pierre L’Abbe and need more time. I will (knock on wood) assemble that GIF this coming week. In the meantime I offer this ‘slow-moving river of a GIF’ featuring (ostensibly) The Ronettes, although they too were code for something else I suspect, considering when I drew them.
THIS GIF HAS SUFFERED SOME SORT OF DAMAGE OVER TIME. EACH PANEL IS SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE THIS (BELOW). I WILL FIX THIS (REPLACE) AT SOME POINT.
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