the who what when where whys of Google

Google's autofill asks the 5 w's

The Things of This World

Saw this awesome lecture with Kay Ryan, and I love this poem:

Wherever the eye lingers
it finds a hunger.

The things of the world

want us for dinner.
Inside each pebble or leaf
or puddle is a hook.
The appetites of the world
compete to catch a look.
What does this mean?
and how does it work?
Why aren't rocks complete?
Why isn't green adequate
to green? We aren't gods
whose gaze could save,
but that's how the things
of the world behave.

Also really enjoy this Robert Hass poem, Meditation at Laguinitas:

http://www.poetryoutloud.org/poems/poem.html?id=177014

polaroids

Things I find while taking walks.

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below, an embossment of the gallery wall
below, two photos of the same wall in the show, but with different lighting

Fan Drawing: Sun. Mon. Tues. Wed. Thurs. Fri.

Video below

All of the books I own. 8th photo down, a drawing made by the fan

Below, "wall transfers" made by doing a rubbing of a wall and transposing it onto the opposite wall using masking tape and graphite.

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An ink jet printout of Neil Armstrong on the moon - I went over the printout and tried to match the tones with an ink wash, but as I overlayed the wash, trying to recreate and match the image, the ink jet print spread and bled. This is the back

Exquisite corpse drawing, done with Rachael, 30 minutes a day in the gallery, on the gallery wall, Tuesday-Friday. Check out David Homer's flickr account. He was so awesome as to take photos of our show. Thank you David :)

Wild Horses of Fire

Discovered this "poetics" blog. Looks interesting:

http://whof.blogspot.com/

Also, a show of Ad Reinhardt's (his drawings and notes) that would've been nice to see:

http://www.woodwardgallery.net/exhibitions/ex-reinhardt.html

well bust my buttons

I found this old photo of Buster Keaton, and I love it a little bit. The tension between the shiny, diminutive Oscar and Keaton's gruff, solemn demeanor. And that jaunty little hat...

a formal feeling

Have been thinking about Emily Dickinson a great deal now today, especially after reading her a lot yesterday, specifically the poem After Great Pain, a Formal Feeling Comes. Here's the final stanza:

This is the Hour of Lead --
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons recollect the Snow --
First -- Chill -- then Stupor -- then the letting go --

Am thinking about how she uses the em dash...as both a pause and a breath, both a breathing out and breathing in, both a connecting thread (e.g. to the next line)/point of potential, as well as a repose or blackout. Feel there's a strong relation to the way I'm working with some of my drawings, attempting to invert the positive and negative space, back and forth.

Here's the rest:

After great pain, a formal feeling comes --
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs --
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?

The Feet, mechanical, go round --
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought--
A Wooden way
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone --

This is the Hour of Lead --
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons recollect the Snow --
First -- Chill -- then Stupor -- then the letting go --