Ars Poetica XI: A work of art is always part person

from: MY LOUISE BOURGEOIS SIRI HUSTVEDT ON THE COMPLEX, BRILLIANT, CONTRADICTORY ARTIST … we do not treat artworks the way we treat forks or chairs.[…] because it carries the traces of a living consciousness and unconsciousness, and it is invested with that being’s vitality. A work of art is always part person. Therefore the experience … More Ars Poetica XI: A work of art is always part person

Edmund de Waal — speaking to my heart

Edmund de Waal meets Albrecht Dürer at Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna Over the past three years, Edmund de Waal has made repeated visits to the Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna–to view at first-hand a large number of objects both on display and in the museum’s storage rooms. The selection that he has made, gathered together under the title during … More Edmund de Waal — speaking to my heart

chores: an excuse for not doing more important stuff

I read this interesting presentation of Svetlana Lilova’s : Metaphysical Dictionary (2016) over at Caroline’s a few days ago.  Metaphysical Dictionary is a collection of “sort-of-poems” with illustrations by Graham Falk. I say “sort-of-poems” because, as the title tells us, this is also a dictionary – and as a dictionary; a rather untraditional & personal one. If everyone chose to write … More chores: an excuse for not doing more important stuff

Recharge

I’m on holiday (=recharging) …; using An Absorbing Errand  by Janna Malamud Smith as a guide back into the world of creativity. True happiness, we are told, consists in getting out of one’s self; but the Point is not only to get out — you must stay out; and to stay out you must have some absorbing errand. Henry James from … More Recharge

September Nocturne

Entering fall. Still bright and sunny days ahead of us. But if you listen, if you let the world touch your skin, you will notice there is also melancholy in the air. Darkness approaching. Charlottesville Nocturne The late September night is a train of thought, a wound That doesn’t bleed, dead grass that’s still green, No … More September Nocturne

Roses; epilogue

My rose text is done. Strange how one can work for weeks on a text which ends up at 567 words. But that’s how it is. For me, anyway. I have written this text on commission, it’s going into an exhibition catalogue. The text is written to a series of large-scale rose-drawings, pencil drawings in … More Roses; epilogue

Ars Poetica III

Charles Wright, on writing poetry: Language is the element of definition, the defining and descriptive incantation. It puts the coin between our teeth. It whistles the boat up. It shows us the city of light across the water. Without language there is no poetry, without poetry there’s just talk. Talk is cheap and proves nothing. … More Ars Poetica III