Concluding some paintings

      When a painting is reaching its conclusion I think very carefully of how to title it. Untitled does not work for me. In making the paintings I have become absorbed into their wordless worlds, making naming not an easy matter but titling is a way to clarify the work further in my […]

Lawrence Ferlinghetti: poems on poetry-making and paintings

(header image of one of the paintings currently in progress) Constantly Risking Absurdity (#15) BY LAWRENCE FERLINGHETTI Constantly risking absurdity                                              and death             whenever he performs                                         above the heads                                                             of his audience    the poet like an acrobat                                  climbs on rime                                           to a high wire of his own making and balancing on eyebeams                                      above a sea […]

A Poem

During the London residency, I receive online from far away a poem by Fernando Pessoa, reminding me of home and the painting back there waiting for me to return (source): The Herdsman BY ALBERTO CAEIRO (FERNANDO PESSOA) TRANSLATED BY EDOUARD RODITI I’m herdsman of a flock. The sheep are my thoughts And my thoughts are all sensations. […]

For every atom belonging to me

image: collage of the Six Persimmons at its current stage, four different orientations and below, animation across the picture plane rather than into it: The painting’s atoms-like look makes me think of Whitman’s opening line for Song of Myself: I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom […]

Cloud

Painting in progress, and without it being predetermined, a cloud suggests itself. I orientate the work in different ways. The cloud, like the thought of it itself, subject to constant reformation. Its behaviour governed by conditions around it, near and far, of atmosphere, weather and climate. Everyone knows clouds.     I have already journeyed from the earthed […]

Facing the Wall (6×6)

    now you are thirty-six and your dilation shows that we are moving closer   …   note to self: https://iwp.uiowa.edu/whitmanweb/en/writings/song-of-myself/section-21  

Facing the Wall (7×7)

  you astonish after only one falling away programmed from within you appear to have been the tail no longer needed lost in all-or-none fashion      

Facing the Wall (8×8)

      which of you will be the one   that evading prunings yet to come will persist   I ask you has it already been decided from within   I cannot tell which you are   I know only what you are   …   notes to self: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synaptic_pruning https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apoptosis    

Poetry of Ted Hughes

My fellow artist, MA peer and husband Alexis Rago has just received a couple of poetry books by Ted Hughes. Alexis particularly likes the Crow poems. Reading these poems prompted me to do some research on Ted Hughes’ psychology. I found this article containing a letter written by Hughes himself, offering first-hand insight. I specifically shared the article with Dwa, […]

Mmmm

Furniture poetry (link) Mmmm, so, what does a painting do when it is not being looked at? Note to self: It matters that it is in the world// whether it is looked at or not – it is there, to be looked at// waiting // waiting indefinitely// being an uncertainty//life defining//defined by it//make video painting poetry//reverse pictopoiesis?//mm […]