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| snakes and ladders. |
| 11.09.06 (10:02 pm) [edit] |
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posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 11.10.06 (7:28 am)
I've been sitting here for the last little while, scrolling up and down the page... thinking about, not simply this piece, but the whole of what's kept here and the anthropology of it all. There's a history in these pages and it's not just the history of a specific time or place, or even merely the history of the artist and the evolution of his grip on the pen. It is all of those things, yes. Of course it is. But it's something else too. There's a thread that runs through everything on these pages that not only binds the drawings together, but that also then, in turn, binds them to us.
Once, when I was a little girl, I had a room in which my bed sat parallel and just under a large window. Sometimes, in the morning, the sun would land in this magical spot and shine directly in that window... a bright, wide beam that shot straight over my bed, leaving a dark triangle of space on the corner of the mattress next to the wall, just under the sill. For however long it lasted, I'd hide in that shaded corner, my back to the wall, and gaze, utterly fascinated by the universe of particles and dust that probably always spin and float in the air, but that seem suddenly exposed when captured in direct sunlight. For an eternity, I’d hold my breath, trying not to disturb the drifting cosmos just above me, but before long I’d have to gasp and close my eyes as my lungs filled with air that, in those moments, seemed so alive.
How many people before me have breathed this same air?
What tiny bits of them were lost in the exhale and now float just above my bed?
How I am I changed when I breathe them in?
How many bits of me are in there now?
And who will breathe me in next?
The drawings on this page breathe somehow – taking in and letting out all the bits and pieces of us that constantly float and twirl about our heads. And so I come here, not knowing exactly who I’m holding in my lungs or who will come in next and take a bit of me with them when they leave. Sometimes, I just sit quietly and let others do the talking, while other times, like now, the words come and I can’t hold them back. But whether silent or jabbering, I come. I come to look and think and breathe. And I know I’m not alone.
jennifer
posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 11.10.06 (9:10 am)
Yeah.. what she said.. *points at J*
I sometimes wonder if we're witnessing the next Henry Darger. Well, Henry with a tad more grasp on the rest of the world.. :)
posted by: akelso (reply)
post date: 11.10.06 (8:36 pm)
All I see is that wild Dick Cheney; he's done a real number on his friend, Daffy Duck Bush - not to mention this nation, represented by Bush's left leg ...
What a mess. [... and that would be the urge to take a crap.]
- Andrea
posted by: Bob (reply)
post date: 11.12.06 (9:00 am)
Have you talked with a publisher, editor re your work. I find your work very creative and entertaining. Not entertaining like humorous, but more like a puzzle with a ton of meaning that I get to figure out.
posted by: thejongleur (reply)
post date: 11.13.06 (3:48 pm)
Reply to: juniperflux
It feels terribly good having your words sitting beneath a picture, jennifer.
We talk about these things, and that is a part of the process I value greatly, but there's nothing quite like watching you weave a few delightful words around the silly things I pin here.
Thank you.
Andrew
posted by: thejongleur (reply)
post date: 11.13.06 (3:50 pm)
Reply to: lindy
I've been seeking out some Darger since you left me this comment, and I've really liked a great deal of his work, and the fascinating notion of outsider art
Thank you for introducing me to him.
take care,
ams
posted by: thejongleur (reply)
post date: 11.13.06 (3:52 pm)
Reply to: akelso
Andrea, I like how you see these things, and I'm terribly pleased that you come to my place sometimes to talk about them.
Thank you.
ams
posted by: thejongleur (reply)
post date: 11.13.06 (3:53 pm)
Reply to: Bob
It means a great deal that you consider these pictures to contain elements worth studying, Bob, and notions worth exploring.
As for talking to a publisher/editor.. that seems like a rather far-away thing, but you leaving me these thoughts is a great compliment.
take care,
ams
posted by: kinghavoc (reply)
post date: 11.20.06 (7:12 pm)
I know who that hot head is, i like the duck with no leg it makes me think this.. he not only just wants an arm or a leg from you
posted by: Stacy Costello (reply)
post date: 02.05.07 (10:29 am)
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