Showing posts with label When Sword Swallowing Does Not Impress. Show all posts
Showing posts with label When Sword Swallowing Does Not Impress. Show all posts
1.9.12
Way Random.
Yes, there is an immediacy,
visual satisfaction, + acceptance in symmetrical.beauty. i have a long-time
collaborator whom goes to symmetry first, + that is good play for me ...
because i do not think symmetrical naturally. Asymmetrical comes as a first hit + i need
to work at finding a symmetry. It can be true, though, in art as in nature —
the most striking look is symmetrical.
Pacing the floor + staring down into the wood grain, i spy the dog profile, the man
in the moon, the kinda sorta. Over + over again. W/ an inward smile at the
portrait of the artist as a space cadet — the pacing stops + walking begins.
We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light. -Plato
i have felt that whether, is
an odd word. It looks to me to be spelled wrong. It does not work well written, a bit better in verbal speech.
1. Used to introduce an interrogative content clause (indirect question) that consists of multiple alternative possibilities, and indicate uncertainty between them; if.
He chose the correct answer, but whether by luck or by skill I don't know.
2. Used to introduce a yes-or-no interrogative content clause (indirect question) that consists of a single possibility, and indicate uncertainty over it; if, whether or not.
Do you know whether he's coming?
3. Used to introduce multiple alternative possibilities, and indicate the irrelevance of which is the case; regardless of whether, no matter whether.
He's coming, whether you like it or not.
3.7.12
Like an ancient Egyptian, i spent the mornings drawing a likeness on the inner soles of sandals, and so, throughout my day i will symbolically crush the enemy with every step that i take.
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,--
Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue--
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use
And dreadful objects so familiar
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
- Marc Antony /via Shakespeare
23.6.12
Learning x3:
Reflection / Experience / Imitation
IDEA: It’s an immigrant experience moving from coast to coast.
IDEA: Hebrew for sin meant/s missing the mark, mn or not being there.
IDEA: A gallery of ideas of my own mistakes.
IDEA: If catholics don’t believe that animals continue to exist after bodily death as human souls do, then why is st. francis teaching them?
Shuffling always brings the ace to the top.
i’m typing exactly - so why aren’t i speaking exactly?
13.6.12
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man. -Percy Bysshe Shelley
A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil. -Victor Hugo
26.11.10
It is truly amazing what the mind jumps to, what it remembers, what it can not let go of. W/ compassion + grace we accept some souls we know only a fleeting time, + that others are here to stay. It is interesting that the fleeting stay w/ us in memory longer than anyone else. It is hard to let go of the physical form + even harder to let go of the memory that remains.
jahh / image from When Sword Swallowing does not Impress -codex
26.10.10
These are two details from —
When Sword Swallowing Does not impress.
Together with the unrealizedinventions of man Vol. II
With notes on the impatience of man though out written history.
i show these to remind me of them after they have beencovered,
as they will absolutely be. Mostly.
It’s the type of visual subtext I love.
Title w/ subtitles always get my attention.
Telescoped writing, is the next best interesting thing.
i have been asked, so the answer is;
The first volume was never finished.
20.10.10
LEAP OF FAITH
FALL FROM GRACE
+ when all is said + done...
whom is know which is which?
jahh / image from When Sword Swallowing does not Impress -codex
13.10.10
Title page for this work-in-progress + what lies herein.
4.5.10
Unfinished pages from: When Sword Swallowing does not Impress Queued up, out the door, down the hall, painfully waiting to be worked on.
23.3.10
Perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that i am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize, learning a mere fraction of what i have forgotten.
The man that cannot visualize a horse galloping on a tomato is an idiot.
Leave everything. Leave Dada .... Leave your hopes and fears. Leave your children in the woods. Leave the substance for the shadow. Leave your easy life, leave what you are given for the future. Set off on the roads.
Again + again — art, then, is an elaborate dance around something you can’t make.
A welcome to those of you over from BOOKWORK... i'm not posting there any more, i've come to realize it's as though i was putting guest into two different rooms.
14.3.10
One of my favorites.
Okay who can tell me what movie this quote comes from.
If you know or want to take a guess, don’t give it away! Please do not come right out and say it in comments ... leave it in a cryptic code, or as, the movie where yada, blah, yadity-blah happens.
i’ll know what you mean. i promise.
images from
When Sword Swallowing does Not Impress
8.3.10
Mr. Brown: It's one thing to out-think a man, quite another to outsmart him. Mrs. Brown: And who will say which is which?
Jayne A. Harnett-Hargrove is a working artist, cross trained in the traditional arts whose output encompasses word-wrangling, illustration, bricolage, a quarterly zine entitled Meraki Issue, costume design for opera, immersive, and other theatrics. Jayne moves deftly through these traditional arts, creating narrative shards exploring memory, history, and myth. Her overriding drive to create is to experience the human condition with mindful compassion, frustration, and fear that we collectively experience. She has written, painted & designed on four continents, while lending her hands for mentoring, exhibiting art along the way, while emulating her heroes, Bouboulina, Hundertwasser, and Joan DeArc. She has lived in the shadows of the Rockies, in Joshua Tree desert, in iconic Florence, and on the Libyan shore of Crete — and continues this tradition for work and other pleasures as an important part of her inspiration and musing. She currently lives in the Blue Ridge Mountains near Asheville NC, but her heart always seems to be miles away. Learn more: harnetthargrove.com