Wednesday, 6 March 2013

TREES



I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
  
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
  
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
  
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
  
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
  
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.



                                                                                 —Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918




Friday, 1 March 2013

Meant for me to play.

A great. . .



photo of some of Helen Chadwick's Piss Flowers 

Wednesday, 27 February 2013

(inspiration)


from the First German Dada Manifesto of 1918:


"Art in its execution and direction is dependent on the time in which it lives, and artists are creatures of their epoch. The highest art will be that which in its conscious content presents the thousandfold problems of the day, the art which has been visibly shattered by the explosions of last week... The best and most extraordinary artists will be those who every hour snatch the tatters of their bodies out of the frenzied cataract of life, who, with bleeding hands and hearts, hold fast to the intelligence of their time."

                                                        —Richard Huelsenbeck (b. 1892 – 1974 d.)




Cut with a Kitchen Knife, by Hannah Höch


Friday, 1 February 2013

My darling machine.


The love of my life! 
The greatest instrument I have ever seen and heard, the highlight of my NAMM experience, I could listen to it forever.

Wednesday, 30 January 2013

MERZ




We went to visit the once handled objects of Kurt Schwitters, psychically in tune, there are no words to describe my fascination. 
Close-up of Construction for Noble Ladies, 1919

Prajwal in the Valley


Alchemical Newton


It does not surprise me to learn that in addition to identifying the laws of motion, Newton had experimented in alchemy. Now glowing gold, every sunset in the city of angels, his statue stands atop a mountain adjacent to the sky.

Sunday, 13 January 2013

Fountain Reflections: Part I





My Fountain embroidery; it reminds me of the Chinese New Year.




My Fountain article on Artmiami.tv:

http://artmiami.tv/articles-2/preview-fountain-miami/

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."