Sunday, April 25, 2010

looking through my eyes: interiority and external phenomena

Uncanny. A dream some time ago had this image or one very like it. What to make of this deja vu experience? Mere coincidence? or finding two realities, dream reality and physical reality coalescing. Today the dream has slipped away, like a fish surfacing briefly, and then disappearing into the depths. But I know that I was here before. Is it not "me" the other side of the face, the brain that works this strange coincidence. W. S. Merwin, the poet, who guides and inspires me: his words and phrases, poems and prose heighten my perception of experience, past and present. I know that this is so awkwardly put, so I turn to imagery which is my expressive ideational mode.

"To the Face in the Mirror "

"how do you
know it is me"

Present Company, 2007, p. 6.

Rothko in a different medium: abstraction 1

thinking about Mark Rothko, but the image does not pretend to be an imitation; trying out an idea in a different medium

Saturday, April 24, 2010

New Italy Old Italy: near Urbino

The Spark of Life: Nature Creates

Illumination: an epiphany

elderly trees rejoice and sing praises to spring

Desire: another case of pathetic fallacy

Eyeglasses in Treviso, Italy

Firewood: rustic life

The Bridge of Sighs: Grotesque Venice III

from the Palace of the Doge the prisoner crossed over a canal to his cell or dungeon, using the narrow enclosed bridge. pity the person condemned to live in misery and pain and pity us for misusing this dreadful bridge ironically. the sighs of despair are now the sighs of desire, and desire for what? a Bulgari watch. Vulagari Bulgari. Shame.

Vulgari Bulgari: Grotesque Venice II

Brave New World; Conserving the Doge's Palace in Venice. Where does architecture end and the beautiful blue sky over Venice begin?

Cruising Venice: Grotesque I or "seeing is believing"

How can this be? A cut-out of a gigantesque boat-house sailing before the Doge's Palace. Was the Doge sleeping? Was he dreaming? Had Venice lost its way?

The Yellow House: Vincent van Gogh dreams of Murano

The Yellow House, sort of