Wednesday, 30 January 2013
Sunday, 13 January 2013
Fountain Reflections: Part I
My Fountain embroidery; it reminds me of the Chinese New Year.
The following paragraph is from Performance Art: From Futurism to the Present by Roselee Goldberg, published in 1978.
The Art of Ideas
"The year 1968 prematurely marked the beginning of the decade of the seventies. In that year political events severely unsettled cultural and social life throughout Europe and the U.S. The mood was one of irritation and anger with prevailing values and structures. Students and workers shouted slogans and erected street barricades in protest against 'the establishment'. Many younger artists approached the institution of art with equal, if less violent, disdain. They questioned and accepted premises of art and attempted to re-define its meaning and function. Moreover, artists took it upon themselves to express these new directions in lengthy texts, rather than leave that responsibility to the mediator, the art critic. The gallery was attacked as an institution of commercialism and other outlets sought for communicating ideas to the public. On a personal level, it was a time when each artist re-evaluated his or her own intentions for making art, and when each action was to be seen as part of an overall investigation of art processes and not, paradoxically, as an appeal for popular acceptance."
Monday, 31 December 2012
Wednesday, 19 December 2012
A poem for anger
i am lost at sea inescapable
you brought me here to this world, and I will not question why you are mad
I will question why you are repressed and unbalanced
Isha Upanishat helps me through it all;
Beautiful #38, I love you so much.
Sunday, 2 December 2012
Wednesday, 21 November 2012
Tuesday, 6 November 2012
Khymati is Chloe
Sweet, like Thich Nhat Hahn
taught me to care for my anger,
singing as I sew two skirts together
anticipating the Mayan priest
I went to see the wise woman
she told me about the mountains in Woodstock
I closed my eyes to the sun
and thought of Rabindranath Tagore again
upon completion of Hummingbird
my gift for the Undine, dancing her slow steps
In the storm where the dialogue took place
in medieval bell speak, sounding far
Her blue owl guide and protector
Conquered by the embroidered tree
that only appears in the rain
A reminder again, I am not I
As eyes, they do not mind
when it's time to die
Khymati is Chloe
We, as Janus, see both ways
The smile of the girl who ran down the street
and walked back, because she knew
I was thinking of her
Tuesday, 23 October 2012
Friday, 12 October 2012
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