french film blurred
  time to actually utilize my creation
becoming one of the storied learned minds of a generation isn't done by those who do nothing, and many a time i have an idea that goes to waste through a process of procrastination and sheer sloth.

regular postings will happen.

let's talk about art, the women coming and going, talking of Michelangelo.

i haven't written a single thing in months.... i cannot remember the last time i put pen to paper and actually came out with something worth publishing. i think i have gone through the requisite stages of ripping off my heroes and writing through postmodern reflexive analysis

it is time to say something.....
  the exquisite corpse of serge gainsbourg
a chance of death,
ride me tonight.
immersed into your fever,
and wet.
filmed in technicolour,
time feels lost.
i capture,
your sound,
and seduce,
your nature.
let me be into you.
let me be in you.
the Arabesque
of delusion.
  the long overdue
currently i am surrounded by black in the bedroom of my apartment, haunted by insomnia and lured by sirens. recent discussions have stirred my mind in the direction of beauty. my course on japanese painting has informed me of philosophies in this area that are of the most interesting.

there is time. there is space, and then there is the beauty, demarcations between the moments. it has been my contention for the longest time that great art has contained within it a sense of beauty that outlasts our mortal coil, embedded in david's marble... mixed with ingre's paintbrush... captured by the camera that captured tierney.

it has occurred to me that in all this time, this current of inescapable lushness betrays a dark secret.

this world, in a moment, undone

the art is merely a conduit for said aesthetic indulgence, not the beauty itself but instead a carefully composed simulacra. thus, in my reevaluation of things, i posit that great art is born from the moments of intense human experience that occur when medium, form, and thought comingle in some fantastic metaphysical event horizon. however, those out there with visions of paradise should take heed... the aesthetic does not take the form of some facile deus ex machina.

art and beauty are meant to reward the faithful, but it is our psyche alone that remakes the world...
  a small matter of great concern
the twentieth century amassed quite possibly the most compelling cultural artifacts the world has seen since the days of rebirth and antiquity. founded on principles at once progressive and atavisitc, riddled with dichotomy, the import of this artistic experience has been more pervasive and increasingly engrained in the collective zeigeist, as the paintings of today become the pop culture touchstones of tomorrow. it is this engaging aesthetic, at once dadaist, constructivist, and post-modern, that satiates my intellectual thirst and emotional reservior. my worldview is very much closely aligned with the patterns of thought that govern the art experience, the "inner necessity" postulated by kandinsky its root, with the end result a dialectic of production and analysis.

consider the works of the past one hundred years, their contemplative nature (confronting sometimes, calculated yes, illuminating always). the progeny of western civilization, the first breaks from this tradition mainfested the initial salvo of the modern world. talking with the past, sometimes commiserating, often times chastising, groups such as the impressionists, fauvists, and soon the cubists mapped the course (with even the futrists boldly claiming a manifest destiny for the movement itself).

next year is the centennial of the execution of la madimoiselles d'avignon, and with this occassion i think it apropos to take stock in this most complex of artisitc concerns. having mapped the course, we could now push things forward.

the map is not the territory

and now to demarcate my own parcel of mindspace, with a manifesto, naturally:
  • power to change reality
  • social awareness, enlightened citizenship
  • the spiritual, advanced levels of synaesthesia
  • the abstract, as the cerebral organization of the highest order
  • the primal, the pure, the essence
  • use of colour, use of text
  • the indulgence of language, the taste of words
  • temporal shifts, fragmentation
  • the connexion between intellectual and sexual/sensual ecstacy
  • heightened sensory experiences
  • revolution, danger, the exotic, the new
  • multidisciplinary approach, the renaissance man
  • labyrinthine, complex, the enigma of ancients
  • blood red
  • the intense experience of the heart
thus, in this sense:
im very much compelled to the darkness, the dangerous
i think abstraction is the tool to understand that dark region
because abstraction is not easily comprehended or understood
you need to look hard, navigate the labyrinth, this intangible...

historically, the game has been raised by abstraction
shattering the figure into planes, reducing him to bursts of colour
it engages your mind differently than figuration
this difference of method speaks to a rich artistic experience
one that fulfills and stimulates

for a millenium, figuration was the way to paint
now abstraction enters the equation
something new, something different,
something a lot of artists find utterly seductive and impossibly irresistable
there is something to be said for that.

i think this is a suitable preamble.
  invocation to the muse
of time, the art, a sound
gazing upon the entablature
composed, volumes of books
in states of chronology
existing within abstraction
a word isn't if not used
dismantle reality, a power
__as is, ancient enigma
the world, in an hour, undone
"this universe is manifest, entombed within chronology."

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