tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68432574044793107312024-03-13T10:05:50.642-07:00100 Days of Sun and ArtOne frayed thread of the larger 100 Days 2011 project.Sina (implied bo Bina)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17452067747316866682noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6843257404479310731.post-79174366556943494282011-11-13T23:01:00.000-08:002011-11-13T23:12:05.365-08:00The Fifth Chamber of the Heart (retooled a bit)I begged him, "<span style="font-style: italic;">please</span> tell me again how it feels."<br /><br />"I can only describe it as a purring," he said of the slurry of snow falling inside his ribcage. He swallowed again. And then, "maybe it's more a feathered butterfly. It's hard to say." It apparently had begun, this snowstorm, two weeks before, in the middle of a blue-note night when he dropped his glass trumpet, which twice bounced back up to his hands before shattering.<br /><br />Magenta smoke swirled over his head as he chased the last drop of warmth around the bottom of the shot glass before he stumbled outside and disappeared into a snowless night. I thought he might come back and purr some more for me, but after hours unblinking (four of them if my memory is reliable**) and watching the empty door, it too disappeared as I shrugged into my jacket, climbed the back stairs and watched bats dive through the floor.<br /><br />. . .<br /><br />** Memories, when stored in muscular tissue as opposed to the CNS, are quitely reliable. Take, for instance, the memory of squeezing the heart for the first time in your hands. You remember, don't you, the tense zing of that first electrical impulse tensing then dissolving as impulse became past tense and squirreled itself away in the fifth chamber of the heart?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6843257404479310731.post-9033458816003905872011-08-28T14:00:00.000-07:002011-08-28T14:05:03.191-07:00Day 100<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-rFjUGGgW8/TlqtJKYGNjI/AAAAAAAABPg/2gLqPjyYxxg/s1600/082811%2B100%2BFINAL.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-rFjUGGgW8/TlqtJKYGNjI/AAAAAAAABPg/2gLqPjyYxxg/s400/082811%2B100%2BFINAL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646015455778190898" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">asemics continued, centuries pass
<br />tempera & acrylic on canvas panel, 24" x 30"
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<br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9UykTDA8xAY/TllXdzImk-I/AAAAAAAABPQ/HRsDnFx1v50/s1600/082711%2B100%2B99%2B2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9UykTDA8xAY/TllXdzImk-I/AAAAAAAABPQ/HRsDnFx1v50/s400/082711%2B100%2B99%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645639777339741154" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">angled detail
<br />tempera & acrylic on canvas panel, 15" x 30"
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<br />tempera & acrylic on canvas, 8" x 24"
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<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qGugGw2l7ok/TlWkTELXraI/AAAAAAAABO4/l1HXZwcC4TQ/s1600/082311%2B100%2B96%2B2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qGugGw2l7ok/TlWkTELXraI/AAAAAAAABO4/l1HXZwcC4TQ/s400/082311%2B100%2B96%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644598355424685474" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">rotated, detailed glimpse</span>
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<br />acrylic & tempera on canvas panel, 18" x 18"
<br />(panel from <a href="http://100daysofsun.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-88.html">Day 89</a> used as base here)
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<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fdz9oNT287s/TlROfJJdxGI/AAAAAAAABOo/VmN1rbWlibA/s1600/082311%2B100%2B98%2Bdtl.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fdz9oNT287s/TlROfJJdxGI/AAAAAAAABOo/VmN1rbWlibA/s400/082311%2B100%2B98%2Bdtl.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644222529940604002" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">(detail)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">tempera & acrylic on canvas panel, 10" x 20"
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<br />tempera & acrylic on canvas panel, 20" x 24"
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<br />ink, watercolor & tempera on canvas, 12" x 12"
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oevlaML66aA/TlB7l6P87hI/AAAAAAAABOI/7E0OQFEf2xA/s1600/082011%2B100%2Bylw%2Bpur.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oevlaML66aA/TlB7l6P87hI/AAAAAAAABOI/7E0OQFEf2xA/s400/082011%2B100%2Bylw%2Bpur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643146224316771858" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">asemically speaking, continued
<br />acrylic & tempera on canvas panel, 10" x 20" (top)
<br />acrylic on canvas, 16" x 20" (bottom)
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZAGrI4s0EQ/Tk9kVj_7__I/AAAAAAAABN4/tOmJ5rlx424/s1600/081911%2B100%2Bblue%2Bwhite%2Basemics.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tZAGrI4s0EQ/Tk9kVj_7__I/AAAAAAAABN4/tOmJ5rlx424/s400/081911%2B100%2Bblue%2Bwhite%2Basemics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642839179721965554" border="0" /></a>
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5YUISiuGoHY/Tk9kVBuQ17I/AAAAAAAABNw/DpYkTKgEGLg/s1600/081911%2B100%2Bpink%2Bred%2Basemics.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5YUISiuGoHY/Tk9kVBuQ17I/AAAAAAAABNw/DpYkTKgEGLg/s400/081911%2B100%2Bpink%2Bred%2Basemics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642839170521028530" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">asemically speaking
<br />each piece: tempera on canvas, 12" x 12"
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<br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">P.S. Julia Davies' <a href="http://jkdaviespractice100days2011.blogspot.com/search?q=asemic+writing">asemic writing</a> work has been, and I cannot state this emphatically enough, a HUGE influence on my recent painterly tangents. Without the introduction to the idea through her 100 Days work, I likely would have kept bumbling about in oblivion. I've played with this sort of thing for years--a "post-literate" language where language is left up to the reader or viewer. I had no idea this was something that </span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">already</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> existed. I have every confidence that I will continue to move around inside it and push at it from every angle, long after 100 Days has wrapped.</span>
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<br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">not at all what i would consider a finished piece. or even one that feels good. it actually felt very disjointed, jerky almost in the moment. i know that shows. maybe tomorrow i can make it show something else.</span>
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<br />tempera & watercolor on canvas, 12" x 12"
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<br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">no external inspiration tonight, sorry. lots going on. marathonning fatigue.</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i did find out yesterday that my proposal for a night-time, light-incorporating project was approved and so you may see glimpses of that as we tumble towards the finish line.</span>
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<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">not at all what i planned to post for day 87, and it probably won't be the only thing up by the end of the day. my car gave me some trouble today and so i gave it a time-out at the shop. my dad is letting me borrow his 1970 VW bus overnight so that i can get to my new job bright and early in the morning. i love taking shots of mirror reflections, especially when the mirror is so vintagey cool! there was no reason for these shots except the sunset looked gorgeous, i like bokeh-ed out diptychs and i was there with camera in hand.
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hBsu1z8Z4WI/TkdsyGQRhVI/AAAAAAAABM4/7uuG860iTlw/s1600/081311%2B100%2Bsky1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hBsu1z8Z4WI/TkdsyGQRhVI/AAAAAAAABM4/7uuG860iTlw/s400/081311%2B100%2Bsky1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640596666232964434" border="0" /></a>
<br />I've been thinking about <a href="http://jkdaviespractice100days2011.blogspot.com/2011/07/058-towers.html">this</a> post of Julia's for awhile now. I honestly thought that I would address it in paint, but I found myself at this interesting pair of buildings today. I'd previously shot it (maybe 8 months ago?) but it felt much different today. I may still get to a bounce off paint. Maybe.
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<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6843257404479310731.post-65767967079914313542011-08-13T23:27:00.000-07:002011-08-13T23:29:39.772-07:00Day 86 1/2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYHWZkPS5eY/TkdrQzv07FI/AAAAAAAABMw/WQZwUQ5AI14/s1600/081411%2B100%2B86.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYHWZkPS5eY/TkdrQzv07FI/AAAAAAAABMw/WQZwUQ5AI14/s400/081411%2B100%2B86.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640594994817723474" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">untitled
<br />tempera & watercolor on canvas panel, 16" x 20"</span>
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<br />count the headlights passing on the road..."
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<br />from Better Than Ezra's At the Stars
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<br />ink, watercolor & tempera on canvas panel, 16" x 20"
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<br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">i like the effect of the white tempera as the most on-top layer...it seemed to blur but also magnify the colors and patterns beneath. what i did not expect was how much, before i "fixed" it, the white tempera would look like giant sperm swimming across the rest of my painting. talk about comic relief in my living room this afternoon, whew!</span>
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<br />tempera on canvas, 16" x 20"
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<br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">today's entry is really more about process than product. i like it, or parts of it, but this week's been a bit of an emotional roller coaster which finally allowed me to bail out the back today. i finished up my teaching gig after 3 years and 1 month this morning...and i start a new job on Monday. i'm excited, but was unexpectedly a tad sad when i said my goodbyes. so i spent all afternoon painting. it was heaven. and messy. and sweaty. full of process, process, process...and very little brain-overload-chatter, just the way i like it!</span>
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<br />ink, tempera and watercolor on canvas, 10" x 20"
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<br />we laugh.
<br />we seek comfort when we ache.
<br />we lash out, we hide, we sleep.
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<br />we don't sleep, but instead daydream at night
<br />about the one that got away,
<br />or the one that came back, damaged and smaller than
<br />we remember.
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<br />we hurt each other in ways we cannot imagine ever doing.
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<br />we hold hands.
<br />we ask forgiveness, and we dole it out unconditionally.
<br />we cry, we weep. for days on end.
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<br />we love, and want to love, and want to be loved.
<br />we wonder why, why not, how is it possible, when.
<br />we dress our wounds as best we can.
<br />we whisper and make up new languages and nod knowingly.
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<br />we share secrets.
<br />we trade secrets.
<br />we keep secrets.
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<br />we live, not always holy and not always wholly.
<br />we demand our days in court. we flirt and marry, drift
<br />apart and back again. we want to be happy and rich,
<br />but mostly happy. and rich.
<br />we blink, we surprise each other. with words
<br />or tiny actions.
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<br />we suffer, we weep. we ask forgiveness.
<br />and we dole it out unconditionally.
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<br />this is what we do.
<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6843257404479310731.post-29121592874243020182011-08-09T19:38:00.001-07:002011-08-09T19:56:47.290-07:00Day 82<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYYwWkoOUmY/TkHvm7n6T-I/AAAAAAAABLw/w-oGUDDiCMo/s1600/080911%2B100%2B9%2BYES.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYYwWkoOUmY/TkHvm7n6T-I/AAAAAAAABLw/w-oGUDDiCMo/s400/080911%2B100%2B9%2BYES.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639051660563730402" border="0" /></a>
<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vImHidnDtNs/TkHvmm8xBSI/AAAAAAAABLo/_dU_jtKg0N4/s1600/080911%2B100%2B20%2Byes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vImHidnDtNs/TkHvmm8xBSI/AAAAAAAABLo/_dU_jtKg0N4/s400/080911%2B100%2B20%2Byes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639051655014057250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">curviliciously arced
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<br />Several points of inspiration / pinging off fellow 100 Days artists:
<br /><a href="http://jkdaviespractice100days2011.blogspot.com/2011/08/080-curvelines.html">JK Davies' day 80</a>
<br />she pinged off an Antony Gormley <a href="http://www.antonygormley.com/sculpture/chronology-item-view/id/2418/page/163#p1">piece</a>
<br />and a Dorothee Lee <a href="http://100parts.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/80-lines/">piece</a>,
<br />which was inspired by JK's day 76 <a href="http://jkdaviespractice100days2011.blogspot.com/2011/08/076-lines.html">piece</a>; and,
<br /><a href="http://www.mitrafabian.com/2010/">Mitra Fabian</a> (especially the zippers); and
<br /><a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?q=andy+goldsworthy&hl=en&sa=X&biw=1066&bih=570&tbm=isch&prmd=ivnso&tbnid=-s7ojhsSFkgeGM:&imgrefurl=http://www.wholeearthprovision.com/news/tag/andy-goldsworthy/&docid=Xtq6kYNrE8917M&w=700&h=458&ei=CvNBTpymFOyOsAK_n_i4CQ&zoom=1">Andy G</a>., whose work is never far from my mind.
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<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6843257404479310731.post-19941887916156896312011-08-08T19:47:00.001-07:002011-08-08T19:48:20.469-07:00Day 81<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EDrh_ipWPnI/TkCf3oDekdI/AAAAAAAABLg/c6Ql_A50GEE/s1600/080711%2B100%2B80%2Byes%2Bfailure%2Bsooc.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EDrh_ipWPnI/TkCf3oDekdI/AAAAAAAABLg/c6Ql_A50GEE/s400/080711%2B100%2B80%2Byes%2Bfailure%2Bsooc.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638682511461487058" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">interstellar interlude / busy signal</span>
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<br /><div style="text-align: left;">Today marked a return to work, my vacation is all done, b'bye. I feel very boxed in here. Good thing I've got some good news, and a new direction, on the reachable horizon. More on that later...
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