Notes to self: Connecting threads, lines, weave, tantra, as in treatise, weave, loom//online digital wall, fabric, membrane// elements of pictopoiesis//leporello, tangible, original, source//sculptural, book, map, navigation (making sense of the world), painting//8×8
Tag: digital
And We Begin Again
Beginning the next painting, (125 x 127 cm, oil on aluminium) So here you are and we begin again you are beautiful just as you are I turn you around and around all ways I would like to keep you forever just like this but I can only have you for a short time because […]
HYBRIDS – fields of experiment
So far in these reflections, I have wanted to extend the introduction of my painting to better evidence where I am coming from with respect to it, at the same time building an interface with the digital. Thinking now about my contribution to our first group exhibition coming up on 1st December at 2 Girls Gallery; […]
To do is to make, is to be
I feel that things are beginning to confirm themselves, clarifying the direction of my project – I am beginning to structure the proposal and shall write it up in a post soon. Jonathan’s Methodology lecture has helped in clarifying some matters that had been going around without anchor, in my mind for a long time, years […]
Becoming itself
In the studio: The painting has progressed and been photographed at each phase. I now have a procession of images – and am currently processing them – I choose this word having still in mind Tuesday’s online Processing workshop (see page titled Processing in this blog) The animation below begins to unfold the picture’s narrative further […]
Animate
In the studio: Painting progressing, I wanted to capture each and every passage of paint so far – which I have done in terms of the animation above. Experience tells me that the painting is about a quarter of the way through but I can’t be certain. Lighting conditions vary greatly from day to day […]
The Huge First Nothing
Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me, Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there, I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist, And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon poetry quotes from Song of Myself by Walt Whitman In […]