Saturday, November 13, 2010
Beached Heart
Beached Heart
layer flowing of
ocean in Whale-God
with pearls, jazz
cat* in belly
salt blood a
political flow-body of
ecological appropriation
against fishermen
siphoning ocean water
mollusk, crill, sand
singing whale songs
in matter-energy flow
its capture
the red sand
blood-flow against
black co-agulated ink
a linguistic continuity
politic of ecobeing
folding fish bone into brine
ocean foam
(c) 2010 Brenda Clews
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*Schrodinger's cat
Beached Heart, 2010, 8" x 11", 20cm x 27cm, India ink, Faber-Castelli watercolour pencils on archival paper.
Beached Heart, a poem painting, though the words in the drawing are a poeming different to the poem, about a harpooned whale.
Tuesday, November 02, 2010
Lip of the Volcano
Lip of the Volcano, 8" x 10", 20.4cm x 55cm, coloured India inks, watercolour pencils (all Faber-Castelli), 2010.
This image first appeared last year, in a version with a Photoshop filter, with a poem (that I still like): Autumn, and 'Shortest Route Between Two Dots Is A Circle.'
It's an Autumn image. The flaming edge. Balanced on fire. While waiting for my ailing iMac to open webpages I began dipping pencils from my new set of Faber-Castelli watercolour pencils into a small jar of water.
I had been thinking of Malcolm Lowry; I had been browsing German Expressionist painting, but looking for Italian Neo-Expressionists since I'm on a Michaelangelo Antonioni kick and was convinced there had to be connections, especially in the explosion scene in Zabriskie Point.
Monday, November 01, 2010
A few Autumn images...
They look like small twigs branching off from sticks, not witch's fingers. Nor do they resemble black lace or a tangle of neuronal nerves. They are not like veins of capillaries though obviously part of the same evolutionary design. They teach us cadence, grace and survival.
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Who could ever tire of the wind in the trees?
The wind blows leaves off the trees that are not already bare.
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A day of snapping of inner winds, turbulences, furies,
but all subtly, hidden.
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Glum takes hold, and I shake it off like dead leaves falling from trees.
Seedpods, broken leaf veins, dried stalks.
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Who could ever tire of the wind in the trees?
The wind blows leaves off the trees that are not already bare.
✠
A day of snapping of inner winds, turbulences, furies,
but all subtly, hidden.
✠
Glum takes hold, and I shake it off like dead leaves falling from trees.
Seedpods, broken leaf veins, dried stalks.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Stills
I prefer the upper one (it's faded out with the opacity option but on a black background which is why it's not shining in this still as it might), and that's the one I'll be using in the relevant section in my video talk. With photos arrayed around me, and drawings, and paintings, as well as digitally drawn images (like the one above), I realize the possibilities for adding art to the video are endless and that it's going to take me a lot longer than originally thought. This image alone of took hours - and I haven't figured out how I'll use it in the video yet. Motion key frame to expand and vaporize it? The image needs to be luminous - is it luminous enough?
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