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July 3, 2021

GIF Experiments: 23 (Napoleon and the Cook)

This one has a humorous air to it to go with the pathos of solitude. The ‘face’ of the striding emperor (can you see it?) is the same as the harlequins in the procession with yellow flags. I created a series of pages with that face & design. A shape accidentally happened, I noticed it looked like a face and saved it – it reminded me of my (deceased) brother.

I ‘sign’ these GIFs same as I would a drawing or painting. It’s not egomania that makes me put my name in there.

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January 27, 2021

GIF Experiments: 9 (Variations in the Middle of the Night)

I woke up at 2:30 am and made coffee. No lights in any other windows.

Thoughts while creating 22 new images for Page 70, vignette #2 from Meme-Noir:

I heard a song that reminded me. Those of a certain age who participated in a counter-culture activity will remember ‘coming down’ after ‘peaking.’ Peaking was a moment when the absolute cosmic explanation for Why made itself known as you rushed straight up into it. Just as you grasped it (inside your head) it vanished. You tried to remember, wasn’t it only a second ago, but it was gone. And suddenly you were ‘coming down.’ Coming down in your body, through your body, was fraught. I started thinking about Theosophy-inspired landscapes and symbols. How those artists would depict peaking. I thought about young people with no tribal initiation or shamanic guidance thrown into powerful hallucinogenic experiences without protection.

Ten of the new images:

 

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December 27, 2013

‘Fading in, Fading out, Dissolving’

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Images juxtaposing a needle or vaccine with the idea of film credits rolling at the end of a love affair.

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A list of ingredients on a label on a jar. The love affair revisited as a series of scenes.

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The body memory supercharged with moments of elation or conversely defeat, possibly reacting to the cure. Striving to achieve harmony.

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Film As Art written by Rudolf Arnheim. Film als Kunst first published in 1932. A book of standards, a theory of film.

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In the chapter ‘Other Capacities of Film Technique’ a section: Fading in, Fading out, Dissolving. 

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Sometimes in order to avoid sudden appearance a picture is allowed to grow slowly out of the darkness, or to disappear in the same way.

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 Fading in and fading out can be used to show people’s subjective perception; for instance, when a person is waking up or falling asleep.

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for instance,

when a person is waking up

or falling asleep.

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March 21, 2013

Lough Ree by Colin Carberry

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A trout flares at dusk,
silver scales
in the heron’s ears.

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Colin Carberry is an Irish-Canadian poet and translator and the director of the Linares International Literary Festival (Mexico).

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I am struck, reading this haiku, by the heron hearing silver scales. I imagine sunset splashing chaotically on thin, reflective surfaces and the heron’s acute sensors turning and tuning. I remember summers (it seems long ago) driving cross-country, through the night, listening to the radio. Car radios were manually operated. With your free hand you would find the spot where there was no static, bringing in the station clearly. Adjusting the dial frequently to receive the perfect reception. Ambient static would slowly creep back in and you would fine tune again listening carefully. Though, unlike the heron, your aim was enjoyment not survival. Surely our ancestors knew the life and sounds of water, within and without, like a heron. The poet, crafting this poem, brings us to the edge of our deepest memories.

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