His appearance gnarled & guardian spirit-like. Or she. Or it. My first blog posting since the computer crash left me with an uncooperative faded & dated tablet to work with. I found a recommended refurbished MAC store, across town, near where where I once walked the dog. The dog I haven’t seen in a long time. Circumstances change and life continues marching. Or standing there throughout four seasons with wooden round owlish eyes. Or sinking into the underground, the underworld, gnarled roots entertaining coincidence and circumstance. Blooming & shedding the bloom. Alarmed. Observant. Older. Amused. Walking the dog and not walking the dog.
A divining rod of ancient silver divining the outlines of the future
A divining rod of ancient silver divining channels between flowers
A divining rod of ancient silver divining the stone wheel of memory
A divining rod of ancient silver divining the wind upon the fields
A divining rod of ancient silver divining the moons beneath the city
A divining rod of ancient silver divining the roots of wisdom fruit
A divining rod of ancient silver divining sea and Self, an ongoing dialogue between sea and Self
A divining rod of ancient silver divining social collapse
A divining rod of ancient silver divining twin streams:
Pottery: the Jomon (縄文) Period (Japan, c. 12,000-300 BCE) and William Blake (1794) England.
Religious calendar art showing Jesus with children and the iconographic image of Cuban revolutionary Che Guevera.
Many years ago I did a printmaking project in an elementary school. One of the students made a print of (what I thought was) a Central or South American religious deity. I was intrigued with the clay pots or possibly drums. Then I realized I was looking at it upside down. How odd such a cartoon, reversed, depicts an altogether different creature. Nothing about the ‘accidental’ image reflected the student’s cultural heritage.
Photographic still from the B movie ‘Plan 9 from Outer Space.’ And the Pietà, Michelangelo’s great work, in St. Peter’s Basilica.
Angelus Novus by Swiss-German artist Paul Klee & the exquisite Donna Summer modelling a gown.
A painting by Giotto and a photograph of the parachuting Russian pilot whose jet was shot down by Turkey. Photographed before being shot, as he floated to earth, by terrorists allied with Turkey.
Digital configuration of Blake’s art + Jomon pottery.
Neil Armstrong Apollo 11 spacesuit & the Shroud of Turin.
I wrote a line about beauty being the beginning of silence
a pyramid of soundlessness above a white bed
An intuitive synchronicity guided me
as I arranged unrelated
photographs of Joseph Beuys with a book from the 50s
The idea of Greek drapery
flowed into
an action/performance:
Titus Andronicus/Iphigenie
It was Earth Day
I imagined clicking ‘like’ on a picture of a cat
and the cat saying
Oh
spare me
Seriously
spare me…
And
Joseph Beuys
calming the
creature
With an
explanation
of sound
How
the simple act
of
perceiving vibrations
Creates
a white bed
&
revolution anew
Casting
obsolete paradigms
aside.
One of Joseph Beuys’ most powerful performances was Titus Andronicus/Iphigenie, performed May-June, 1969 in the Theater am Turm in Frankfurt, Germany for Experimenta 3: http://ropac.net/exhibition/iphigenie
Iphigenia is a daughter of Agamemnon and Clytemnestra in Greek mythology.
Photographs of Joseph Beuys performance: Joseph Beuys foundation. Personal Beauty and Charm published by The Homemaker’s Encyclopedia Inc. 1952. I do not own the copyright any of these photographs. I have refashioned them under fair use provisions to create a new work for non-commercial purposes of parody or commentary.
The visual artist in the studio next door is knitting stainless steel and silk. She’s disabused now, she makes prints of clothes unraveling. A dark skein stained. She’s knitting up the sleeve of care.
Electric ukelele down the hall! A white piano plays itself (we all do, here). It has no hands. The trombone-player has composed a piece starring an interstellar Po’ Boy. He slides us along. He sings us a valentine.
I’m writing flash about my mother, while the writer on the other side of this white wall knits her long narrative of the Great Silk Road.
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