Blue Night (when all is lost )
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The visual & the poetic.
Category: Poetic & Visual Narrative
Image | May 16, 2022
Which way to the bread line? The mountain is a machine. The animals are leaving Rome. Tell the Pharaoh nothing (I must have been thinking about the current situation – whatever it is).
I accidentally created a B&W version of this GIF which doesn’t register the text (not enough contrast) so there are blank spaces which is ‘sort of’ interesting in terms of future considerations.
May 15, 2022
page 52
I saw a concealed camera. The building owner said, ‘Keep this to yourself. I can give you a better deal.’ They were trying to catch whoever pulled the fire alarms. I took a two-year lease on a bright, spacious studio. New owners took over. My lease expired. They showed me an abandoned studio containing a four-foot high plaster bust of John F. Kennedy. I wrote the artist a letter. His uncle took me to a basement apartment in Brampton. The artist had been living in his mother’s house. Dishes filled the drainer beside the sink. His thin leather coat hung, buttoned, on a wire hanger. Augustin Filipovic won the Mayor of Rome’s Award. His art embellished the cover of Canada’s Centennial Book. Augustin looked like a movie star, wearing a tuxedo & waltzing in the spotlight with a pretty girl in white.
from my book Meme-Noir (2019)
May 9, 2022
page 47
Eurydice made me a chutney & cucumber sandwich on white bread, minus the crust, for my drive to the art school. Somebody smashed the rental car window – I’d parked in the alley where the crack dealer operated, so I went to the emergency repair place. Sunlight on the shattered window bits danced like crystal chandeliers. I knew I should wait, until the glass was vacuumed & replaced, before eating the sandwich. But somehow the green chutney & white bread went perfectly with chandeliers. I pictured Eurydice making her entrance.
from my book Meme-Noir (2019)
May 8, 2022
When the Abstract Expressionists
When the Abstract Expressionists
went to the moon
and discovered
the Expressionists
had left an egg
rolling to a standstill
for them to discover.
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The egg comes from a painting of mine.
The bird imagery comes from digital experimentation.
The idea about the Abstract Expressionists
and Expressionists
and moon travel (involving an egg)
came in a humorous flash.
April 27, 2022
(unborn spirit)
Glide like an arrow into moonlight flickering the orioles’ ruffled wing
(orioles)
Orioles chanting obsidian prayers conceal the dragon’s stolen egg
(egg)
Narwhals enchant the solemn egg, vines slither into a moaning abyss
(abyss)
Zebras stampede the abyss pursuing drumbeats of a curvilinear root
(root)
Apricots wish upon the pulsing root beseeching Horsemen of the Apocalypse
(Horsemen of the Apocalypse)
Horsemen of the Apocalypse perfumed by oil rising within eyeball-shaped flesh wounds
(oil)
Oil drips into flames shimmering in copper saucers illumining infinity
(infinity)
Lemmings howl dragging the dark matter of infinity
(dark matter)
Dark matter radiates obediently, obsidian and translucently, imprisoning sunshine
(sunshine)
Glide upon footholds of dark matter buried within illumining sunshine, deliver your flickering unborn spirit
(unborn spirit)
April 24, 2022
Cubism, Juan Gris & Ancient Iran
Something connected these two works spatially and visually in my imagination. Maybe at first the subtle earth tones. I must have made three dozen digital collages for the GIF. Used many.
Pottery Vessel in the Form of a Ram, Unknown artist, Western Iran, 1350-800 B.C., Ceramic Los Angeles County Museum of Art
Juan Gris, 1912, Still Life With Flowers, oil on canvas, 112.1 X 70.2 cm Museum of Modern Art
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