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Odd to be posting again after a hiatus of some several years.
Not sure why I stopped - I just did - lapsed into the visual equivalent of silence.
About 10 years ago, I lapsed into poetic silence too. After 15 years of fanatical devotion to the reading and writing of poems, I simply stopped.
At the time, a friend of mine (fellow poet, co-founder of a micro-press which published beautiful little books of poetry) quoted artist Joseph Beuys: "The Silence of Marcel Duchamp is Overrated".
Has taken me 10 years to get it - but I do get it now - my silence was indeed overrated and I feel like shouting. Or at least whispering.
Not sure why I stopped - I just did - lapsed into the visual equivalent of silence.
About 10 years ago, I lapsed into poetic silence too. After 15 years of fanatical devotion to the reading and writing of poems, I simply stopped.
At the time, a friend of mine (fellow poet, co-founder of a micro-press which published beautiful little books of poetry) quoted artist Joseph Beuys: "The Silence of Marcel Duchamp is Overrated".
Has taken me 10 years to get it - but I do get it now - my silence was indeed overrated and I feel like shouting. Or at least whispering.
Spring Fashion Modeled by Rising Young Poets
Once in a while you come across something so odd, so out of place, so juxtaposed, so contrapuntal, so paradoxical, so thesauric, you can only point at it and move on - a commentary would add nothing.
In this spirit of wonderment and open-mouthed astonishment, I give you "Spring Fashion Modeled by Rising Young Poets" - http://www.oprah.com/style/Spring-Fashion-Modeled-by-Rising-Young-Poets
Evil Bunnies Have Taken Over
I was at the local mall this weekend and they had a Picture-Your-Child-With-A-Furry-Bunny photo area set up.
I wandered by and was vaguely envious of the lighting setup they had - some big flash units with big umbrellas and wireless gizmos to make them all fire at the right time. "I want some of those gadgets", I thought to myself.
Then I glanced at the hapless child being held on the knee of what appeared to be a bunny from hell - mad staring eyes, insane fixed grin, giant teeth. "Run! Run!", I thought to myself.
I do not know what happens to children who survive being held on the knee of giant crazed rabbit while massive explosions of
Facing Witkin
While in Montreal I visited their (very fine) Museum of Fine Arts. In the tunnel connecting one building to another, coming round a corner, suddenly there it was - a "real" Witkin. (I have commented before that I had no expectation of ever coming across his work in a non-mediated format - i.e. in a book or on the web). But here it was.
Not a particularly dark or sinister Witkin as these things go - a severed foot with a few nails hammered into into it, a mirror, a bunch of asparagus, a peripheral flowery panel and a bit of cloth. And a few signature scratches with little obvious pattern. One of several of his works which appear to be tit
The Quick and the Dead
(Advance apologies for the horrible punning title ... as you will see)
I am off to Montreal to watch the Canadian Grand Prix. ("Watching" is not really what one does when one actually goes to a race. On TV you watch the race. When you go to the track you sit in one fixed spot and occasional deafening-loud blurs scream by and once in a while you have a vague sense of who is in front of who). Yes! Going to a Formula 1 race! Crowded, hot, loud, expensive and I love every minute of it.
While there, and off the track, lugging the Canon 7D and a barrow-full of lenses, I am hungry to photograph anything and everything I can. I already have t
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So did you stop working on art, or just stop posting stuff? (I see some not too old posts in your gallery, but are they recent work?)