Megan Morton's beautiful home was featured on The Design Files yesterday, reminding me that I never posted a picture of the MERRY rosette commissioned for an Inside Out Christmas special (which led to finding other pictures that I've not remembered to post).
Having a crush on John Cage has changed my week. I bought A Year From Monday for a friend and have been … taking the first bite – to see whether it’s good or not. It’s … delicious. The book contains poetry, collage, lectures, diary entries, anecdotes. I can't decide whether to type parts out or not - it seems impossible to convey what it's like.
I thought I'd at least be able to provide a link to John Cage's Lecture on Commitment (1967) but I can't. So (look it up some time?):
'I never had a hat, never wore one, but recently was given a brown suede duck-hunting hat. The moment I put it one I realized I was starved for a hat. I kept it warm by putting it on my head. I made plans to wear it especially when I was going to do any thinking. Somewhere in Virginia, I lost my hat.
'Let me say it schematically. This point is it. That point is you. We draw an arrow between the two points, indicating that you have dedicated yourself to it, unquestioningly. That is commitment. Where does it get you?
... You can float through the air, as Mila Repa did, in the form of a thistle'.
While working on this invitation, I listened intensively to a reading of F. Scott Fitzgerald's, The Beautiful and Damned – an unhappy story of a brittle couple – a strange choice, retrospectively, for the 'occasion'. I can't unreservedly recommend the novel, although there are great parts to it, but I can highly recommend pairing a project with an audio book.
While looking (sans success) for the name of the photographer who took the Françoise Hardy picture I refer to in my last story, I came across Jean Marie Périer, who took this portrait of another moderately well-known, moderately attractive French woman. Analagous palette, I love you.
Click on it, peut-être, to see the rising corner of CD's mouth.
Perhaps because I am always there on some other mission, I have been quite taken aback/arrested by several of the exhibitions hosted in The Gallery at the City Library. The latest (which is now over, of course) was The Structure in the Falling by Naomi Schwartz. These were ink and card collages - odd, awkward arrangements of shape and pattern - cut-out pieces arranged and layered, like pieces of fruit in a bowl or logs of wood for a fire. I have to say there was something kind of crappy about them, and something very great. I was jealous.
Imagine the pleasure of sitting cross-legged with your painted pieces. The options are infinite, their final placement will seem more or less arbitrary (or of no consequence to anyone but you) and yet there's an intensity about finding the 'right' order, as though the cosmos depends upon (an accurate reflection of) it(self).
Whose sleeves? #1
Thanks to those other missions, I unfortunately didn't have time to find the Tangled Drawings.
Tangled drawing #3 (All images above from Naomi Schwartz's website).
Since having all that lodged in my brain, I've seen several more pieces of work that seem to share their wonky geometry.
And my earrings - I made these with reflective card and fat texta for a party a while back. They are large, and were a bit of a hit. I broke one the other night though, while rushing... (Always some other mission).