Away from current life yet can't bear to let this one drift. My old friends refresh me but THIS directs me. The current issue of Another has a large article on Kazuo Ohno. I read it three times on the plane. It devoured me. It speaks of letting the spiritual moments direct your artistic response to life. His words astound, they are familiar. I feel so silly to have forgotten these things in my own life.
"The most important things in life trickle down randomly, drop by drop."
I shall post more pics of the production a little later. But go... every Wed at Bella Union Bar, Trades Hall.... Flier:
Ever since I stumbled upon this blog earlier this year (a late bloomer), I have been nothing but consistently inspired, touched, amazed... and brought closer to myself. I get this uncanny (human?) urge whenever I come in touch with things that pull at my heart strings, in that I seriously want to eat it... or have it somehow contained within me.
Literal consumption I guess - a physical hunger for beauty?
Anyhow... that's how I feel about most of the content in Sang Bleu. It's attention to the human body is what draws my interest most, being myself obsessed with its form and surface. This is exactly the kind of publication I would love to work for/ be seen in... maybe I'll work up the goods for a submission?...
Adventures first! Explanations take such a dreadful time.
It’s a pilot issue. An accumulative expanse of stored experience. Another place to inhabit, another place to belong? This blog is merely one of many (to be yet defined) re-insertion techniques, into a society feared to be an outskirt. It’s not about me. It’s about things, idea’s, conversation. It will have no structure. Moments of clarity socialize with nebulous notions. The words are sifted thoughts, as immediate as they come. Not belonging to any specific container, it will grow itself if need be.