Street Art, Downtown L.A.
California Highway 111
"I grew up with landscape as a recourse, with the possibility of exiting the horizontal realm of social relations for a vertical alignment with earth and sky, matter and spirit. "
-Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost
Drawing dreaming writing reading ( … )
Sometimes I like to draw. Sometimes I use the (un)written word. I always read, and I dream night and day .
Sometimes I have no idea where an idea is leading me. But I keep going, filling in the blanks with an image (usually photographed), or a few words, or some lines. I like chance. I like drifting. I like getting lost. I like the feeling of form when it flows where it may, following some ancient impulse or a simple pressing concern with itself.
Images passing like clouds, wind paths, ley lines…
A lot of times being lost feels like déjà vu.
I like it.
Most modern methods for generating a series or extending a multiplicity are perfectly valid in one direction, linear for example, while a unity of totalization is asserted all the more in another dimension, that of a circle or a cycle. Each time a multiplicity is caught up in a structure, its growth is offset by a reduction in the laws of combination.
-Deleuze & Guattari
TODO UNIVERSO NACIENTE ES JUEGO
All direction is curved. All motion is spiral.
(Source: Flickr / esaruoho)
Anemic Cinema#1 | 1926 | dir. Marcel Duchamp
“For an image, since the reality after which it is modeled, does not belong to it, and it exists ever as the fleeting shadow of some other, must be inferred to be in another [i.e. in space ], grasping existence in some way or other, or it could not be at all. But true and exact reason, vindicating the nature of true being, maintains that while two things [i.e. the image and space] are different they cannot exist one of them in the other and so be one and also two at the same time. ”
Perception, or The Echo of Duration
"The undivided ‘now’ of sensation, in short, must rest upon a duration with which it does not altogether coincide, the present moment must conceal, within itself, the passing of another, immeasurable by its own standards."
-Daniel Heller-Roazen, The Inner Touch: Archeology of a Sensation