Sunday, March 30, 2008
timing
You are posting comments too quickly. Slow down.
the message was not rendered in the giant font, but that's how it felt. jeez.
another possible version -- spokenverysoftly: "what are you doing?. bonnie."
i would not have enjoyed that, either.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
l'oiseau, l'image . . . ("pour faire le portrait d'un oiseau"), or, (ekphrastic) hope
avec une porte ouverte
peindre ensuite
quelque chose de joli
quelque chose de simple
quelque chose de beau
quelque chose d'utile
pour l'oiseau
placer ensuite la toile contre un arbre
dans un jardin
dans un bois
ou dans une forêt
se cacher derrière l'arbre
sans rien dire
sans bouger...
Parfois l'oiseau arrive vite
mais il peut aussi bien mettre de longues années
avant de se décider
Ne pas se décourager
attendre
attendre s'il faut pendant des années
la vitesse ou la lenteur de l'arrivée de l'oiseau
n'ayant aucun rapport
avec la réussite du tableau
Quand l'oiseau arrive
s'il arrive
observer le plus profond silence
attendre que l'oiseau entre dans la cage
et quand il est entré
fermer doucement la porte avec le pinceau
puis
effacer un à un tous les barreaux
en ayant soin de ne toucher aucune des plumes de l'oiseau
Faire ensuite le portrait de l'arbre
en choisissant la plus belle de ses branches
pour l'oiseau
peindre aussi le vert feuillage et la fraîcheur du vent
la poussière du soleil
et le bruit des bêtes de l'herbe dans la chaleur de l'été
et puis attendre que l'oiseau se décide à chanter
Si l'oiseau ne chante pas
c'est mauvais signe
signe que le tableau est mauvais
mais s'il chante c'est bon signe
signe que vous pouvez signer
une des plumes de l'oiseau
et vous écrivez votre nom dans un coin du tableau.
Paint first a cage
with the door open
next paint
something pretty
something simple
something lovely
something of use
to the bird
then put the canvas near a tree
in a garden
in the woods
or in a forest
hide behind the tree
say nothing
don’t move…
but it can just as well take many years
before deciding
wait
wait years if need be
the pace of the bird’s arrival
bearing no relation
to the success of the painting
if it comes
keep very still
wait for the bird to enter the cage
and once it has
gently shut the door with the brush
then
paint out the bars one by one
taking care not to touch any of the bird’s feathers
choosing the loveliest of its branches
for the bird
paint likewise the green leaves and fresh breeze
the sun’s scintillation
and the clamor of crickets in the heat of summer
and then wait until the bird decides to sing
If the bird does not sing
that’s a bad sign
A sign the painting is no good
but if it sings that’s a good sign
a sign you can sign
Jacques Prévert (1900-1977)
Friday, March 28, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
c's soiree matrix (re-updated)
note: i'm now through the E sessions. but please let me know if there is something i simply cannot miss. a party, a session, a book event . . . i'm serious. i can't keep up, and i'm still trying to finish my film and do enough laundry to have something to wear. help out?
final cut pro studio 2
relief.
joy.
happiness.
no complaints.
tech freakshow ##@#@!!!
send all good tech vibes into the ether for me?
Sunday, March 23, 2008
hoppy (thank you refrain)
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
vintage hair ads
at left (is that Kelly LeBrock?) is one of the ads. i've not had luck finding the ad yet, but it was an ad for a hair product that drew me in. i ripped it from the mag and took it to Vegas with me when we travelled there to pick up the $50,000 my dad won when he bet that the Bucs would win the division championship (for the first time -- in the '70's). we stayed at the MGM grand, and i got my perm there. in the salon, they styled it just as in the picture, but little did i know that perms sort of "shrink" your hair, so i had a very short version of what i'd wanted, which was a longer, looser version, like this (right). i was crushed with my short mom-do.
so i ran back to the room to wash my hair and style it myself, thinking i could fix it. but, the horror -- unfamiliar with permed hair, i felt a crunchy web of prickly wire and beheld in the mirror my new look, Anne Wilson (Heart). i was sad because i'd wanted that supersmoothe look, and my Vegas vacation was ruined (i've never liked Vegas, ever; think it's connected, Paul*?), but i learned to live with it and even grew into the bad-girl image it inspired.
there is much more to say, including some stuff about how my first Barbie came with 3 packets of hair color. you would dip her updside down -- hold her by her crippled ankles -- into a cup into which you'd mixed one of the packets' contents with water. out she'd come, a brunette or redhead or whatever. fabulous (not really; it was actually pretty scary because, well, Barbie is a blonde, and the quality of the color product was pretty low).
there is no conclusion. i'm still captivated by hair ads. and today's digitally-enhanced supershinyhair is actually frightening but fabulous at the same time. siliconiscious, it is.
* shoutout to Gabriel Byrne, In Treatment
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
new champagne fav
"taking" images
Monday, March 17, 2008
inventing "c's"
i'm still inventing my visual pedagogy because i'm still figuring out why i so enjoy working with image(s). i'm discovering that this is my conference presentation theme: we are doing a lot of stuff with images, but maybe we haven't thought too critically about how and why, and maybe this is why so much image work involves writing about images rather than simply producing them. and i get it. we are teaching "writing." but come on. anymore (ever), what does this mean?
so, for now, i'll work to show my pleasure with images in the visual aspect of the presentation. i'll read the paper . . . and by now i have about 20 pages, so good luck to me on paring it down. i'd rather just show you some stuff, but okay, okay . . .
matilda's baptism
Friday, March 14, 2008
saint matilda's day
Saturday, March 8, 2008
new link (you. can't. miss it.)
Friday, March 7, 2008
just couture
i mean, ew -- the show's producers manipulated footage in order to cause us to doubt, to imagine Rami the winner. and, oh Lord, another draped gown . . . day-dress or formal . . . all Grecian Goddess-countryclublunches mode. whatever. i mean, they take him to The Met and . . . *again* . . . against every gift basket of advice he's recieved, he chooses Aphrodite as his muse? "inspiration" or confirmation of his existing aesthetic (when, um, we got it)? there was no other form of inspiration? it seemed a p-r-i-t-t-y lazy choice.
so but. Christian, forget Posh Spice (too easy. too obvious). make me a gown. really. i'm serious. call me.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
not so fast . . .
a working "actor"
Saturday, March 1, 2008
salon "rhetiquette"
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