not a new year, just another tomorrow
In the decade of our youth;
timeless, breathless, endless …
we never paused; we never questioned,
the forever future
– until now
and the promise of a “New Year”
just fading into another tomorrow
holding your absence
To a place too far
without the heart of here and now;
i hold onto your absence
Weekly Movie-Making Moments in Film: Chelsea Walls
Inspiration comes in many forms. Thanks to my fellow bloggers for their inspiring prose, art, music and film reviews.
I thought I would start showing clips from some of my favorite films. Over the years, I have spent a considerable amount of time in theaters, and long nights viewing video tapes, and DVDs. And we cannot forget the ever consuming Netflicks via our computers. It is time to go deep, yes—very deep—and find those rare moments in classic film-making. These beautiful, intrepid, and visceral moments can be found delving into the issues of obsessive love, angst, betrayal, and tragedy (thinking of French, German and Asian films in particular). And what comes to mind when thinking of tragic French films? Well we can find the French catapulting our emotions in such films as: Un Couer En Hiver (A Heart in Winter) directed by Claudet Sautet, Damage with French actress Juliette Binoche and film direction by Louis Malle. And last but not least—my favorite French excursion into obsession is none other than the film Camille Claudel finely directed by Bruno Nuyten and…
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An Entire Life And I May Not Know Myself
I was browsing some of my older posts and came across this one. I have been remixing this image and other ships at sea. The prose expresses my ambiguity.
Sometimes the next chapter is the same as the one before and the one before that….
Leaving behind the shore of dreams, I often wake to a life lost at sea….
A life misunderstood.
I sometimes wonder if I really know myself at all. I try to grasp, as I look back across the sea, the meaning of what has gone before. What remains on the distant shore…
The beauty of my indecisiveness. The machinations of my decisions.
Haunt me.
Like the fear of being stranded on land as my dreams sail away. There they go I say. Another day and it all remains the same…
Not unlike the fleeing faces in the clouds above or the uneasy sinking in the waves below….
outside my window, i made the journey into my own reflection
i thought I knew
what was there
here
without you
we remember it all
Life like history
bound in timelessness;
and etched in collective memory ….
a tomorrow that never comes | a two ships passing, remix
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an ocean of dreams;
outside my window
with two ships passing …
and a tomorrow that never comes
alpine skiing, downhill and super g | a minimal remix
It is the beginning of the season for the World Cup Championships in Alpine Skiing. This weekend a host of international women (next weekend the men), with the exception of injured USA number one, Lindsey Vonn are tackling the newly designed ski slope called “Raptor” in Beaver Creek, CO. Some exciting runs already in yesterday’s Downhill competition and today’s Super G. Most notably by Swiss skier Lara Gut who won both events. She has the chance for a hat-trick if she wins the Giant Slalom tomorrow. The Americans, however did not perform well and struggled throughout both events.
This post is an interpretation of what I feel could represent alpine skiing if seen from a minimalist perspective: Icy tones (snow), curves (slopes), sharp angles (speed) and geometric forms that can be seen as anything from ski poles, to broken bones. The hazards of a dangerous, but exciting sport.
sunrise under water | a minimalism remix
I worked on this for over two hours last night after midnight. The piece kept pulling me back into my previous series “Variations”. I moved through various visual drafts trying to remember that the idea is to achieve a sense of visual minimalism. For me at times it is hard to say ‘enough’, its finished. I am slowly learning that a work of art can, in its minimalism, stand on its own.
Through Art …
I Feel like subtracting.
minimalism | mirror and reflection
Minimal constructs are inviting …
This past year I have been creating work in a series entitled “Variations”. I just completed the series with a published art book through Blurb publishing. I will post a link to the book store in an upcoming post. It was quite exhausting producing the book. A total of 138 pages. So now 2014 is quickly approaching. I have some tentative ideas for projects. Both in video and print. And I hope to reconnect once again with my fellow bloggers and be inspired.
Through art,
I feel like subtracting …
experiment: data complex 10 | the world in recollection (a returning place remix) | video art HD
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“The World In Recollection” will be the last in my featured series of the emerging world concept. I am not sure where I will venture into next with video, but I hope to feature more of my own experimental imagery.
variations | into abstraction: a thoughtful moment on the horizon
It came to me
like a flash
[white
vertical
light]
ascending;
> i was,
… bound
with this thoughtful moment
of self reflection
and disappearance …
just beyond
the distant horizon
variations | the view across the lake (a picture never completes the thought remix)
Sometimes, no matter the view, the picture never completes the thought.
variations | seconds from a waking sunrise with you
full of reflection
the rising sun,
and your thoughts
just beyond
> waking in seconds
variations | a pattern of maps and trails
without hesitation
i followed
my map
your trail
> to the point of dreaming
variations | biking (a maps, quotes, and trails remix)
The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets. ~ Christopher Morley
When I go biking, I repeat a mantra of the day’s sensations: bright sun, blue sky, warm breeze, blue jay’s call, ice melting and so on. This helps me transcend the traffic, ignore the clamorings of work, leave all the mind theaters behind and focus on nature instead. I still must abide by the rules of the road, of biking, of gravity. But I am mentally far away from civilization. The world is breaking someone else’s heart. ~ Diane Ackerman
Life is like riding a bicycle – in order to keep your balance, you must keep moving. ~ Albert Einstein
After your first day of cycling, one dream is inevitable. A memory of motion lingers in the muscles of your legs, and round and round they seem to go. You ride through Dreamland on wonderful dream bicycles that change and grow. ~ H.G. Wells, The Wheels of Chance
variations | a day in the life: 12pm on Paris Mountain
It’s a beautiful day here at the base of Paris Mountain. The elevation is 1,200 feet and I plan to climb to 1,400 feet. It may not sound like much but the climb is about 2 miles. And the gradient is pretty steep. The downhill fast and sweeping. Last week, I was on the trails, and now the road. I have my ipod and will be listening Bvdub’s new cd “Born in Tokyo.”
variations | aboard our vessel, our dreams afloat
we stood together
> at sea
our dreams afloat
variations | the beautiful things we dream together
in a forever moment
an everlasting capture
… the intimacy
of a beautiful yearning
variations | a beautiful place to remember that day
It can only be,
because of the setting sun
and the hill just beyond
n e w d i g i t a l s c a p e s 