Learning new image languages
Is the same as inventing new words.
How do we know their derivations?
We view them in the context of history.
Does the history matter?
When the ‘present time’ is so trendy?
History looms large in consciousness.
Yet what happens right in front of our eyes
Can be held in disbelief and ignored
Or understood through study.
To study can be instinctual.
Rather than built into the rapidity of button pushing.
The digital age has always existed.
Instruments implementing the parts are different yet correlated.
So why can’t we study and understand?
As opposed to scan, send and share?
We can tap the larger, denser, more information picture.
We can learn about derivations and history.
The potential of discovery underneath the keyboard is vast.
To take advantage of it is even admirable.
Sometimes taking things apart and putting them back together in unpredictable ways
Allows for unexpected perceptions and learning.
How could we forget?
What did we learn in school?
It was my intention to be outside, sitting in the chair by the table on the terrace while the music was on. I have pictured myself there all summer.
The minute I went out to do this, my neighbor started up his mower. He is probably 40, divorced and has a penchant for machines, which has been transferred to his son, who, at 8 am this morning, revved up his ATV to travel around his yard for a while. That stopped quickly much to my surprise. It was difficult to meditate with noise pollution, which accompanies living across the street from that neighbor and the other ones, too.
In my email Inbox, every morning is a "feel good" newsletter. Most of the time, the subject matter is timely. Today, it had to do with doing something that pleases me.
So, the aforementioned placement of myself popped into my mind.
I tailored my day to make it happen.
At 6 am, the cat came into the bedroom asking to be fed. Which I did do. Afterward, I got b…
On March 26, 2018, MASSMoCA celebrated its summer season at an opening of two installations and bookwork of artist, Taryn Simon. The works fill nearly the entire first floor of the museum.
One installation piece is called A Cold Hole, as shown in the first photo at a different venue. The installation at MASSMoCA is the subject of this article.
This work requires actual participation to be realized for what it is. At the opening, three persons took part. The action is to drop into a pool of ice-cold salt water the opening of which is eight-foot square. The fifteen-foot-deep tank of water is imbedded in a large white room whose floor is packed with rough hewn ice and whose temperature is kept cold enough so that the ice does not melt.
The audience for this event views the participant through perhaps a nine by fifteen-foot movie screen-proportioned window whose bottom edge is about sixty inches off the floor. The window is carved out of a wall in a room that is…
It is Sunday.
It is raining.
The radio bellows out a Brahms piano concerto from a past
concert from the BSO.
My son is running for twelve hours to celebrate four
years of sobriety. He started in the dark. He was wearing a headlamp as was
shown in a brief video documenting his checking his on-body gear.
Yesterday someone said to me on the phone: Well, you’re
In relation to what? I should have asked.
Society? Community? Animals, plants?
In therapy a couple of weeks ago, I explained leaving a
meeting that was convened to assess the upcoming studio tour in the summer to
which I had been invited. During the description, I started to heave with
laughter on the verge of hysteria as I let loose on how I was expected to
contribute to the group participating in the studio tour beyond simply opening
my doors to the public.
The latter conversation connected with many others that
my therapist and I have had about how difficult it is for me to get along with
The conclusive brid…