If you haven’t visited Jeiphler’s Art Blog…. go now! Her work, at least for me, brings a new materialist and vitalistic dynamic. Like this painting…..
I love this one… reminds me of the great forests of the Northwest. Washington, Oregon, etc. of the Canadian bush country, the wildness… (and, that, only the bottom section). The topographic section above brought to mind images of jesters, clowns, the dance of acrobatics… a wild abandon of geometric figures and flows, quickening steps between sensual creatures arising out of immanence. The duplicity of the central line drawing reminded me of both animal and bird, a shamanistic unfolding, a mathematical entity crosswiring the world with dream and light, giving birth to replicative machinic organelles. The thread descending to the World Egg, the graph wave form below of the cosmic wave patterns of being and becoming twisted within the fabric of reality. The whole assemble awakens from a morning in early winter to spring, a transitional dance of life without us, a movement of things in their own light doing what they have always done. Thinking of Latour’s Gifford Lectures this painting reminds me of Gaia: the pulse of the earth, intertwined with the physics and ethical that we as humans must awaken to before this dance is ruined for us and all those other creatures we share this bright earth with…Michael over at Archive Fire has an excellent intro on Latour’s ‘Politics of Nature’.
Fragrance of Mauve
a new poem for Gaia and life …
birthwise from mauve forests
jesters dance among the clouds
a sun flows along this thin line
in the moment of its awakening
pulsing, breathing, alluring
animal or bird
vibrancy of new life
– S.C. Hickman (2012)
This started life as a post it… absent mindedly doodled, and i thought it looked interesting, so it got transfered adapted from a simple line drawing. The colours are muted, maybe because it is really a drawing. I am not sure. It reminds me of a heart monitor signal thing, one heart beat one breath one instant. There is a feeling intense, and then it is no more, you dont really remember the whole wave only the journey up to that point , the rest is a bit of blur, no concentrating attention no reflecting, until the moment is gone. The high is always about the journey there, the peak, the point of it. What happens after that is well, whatever the impact the effect of reaching this new point. I wonder if creating something is like this. You dont know what this new thing will bring, life beyond is…
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