tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60019655665943858552023-07-19T00:00:42.980-07:00PERILOUS VOYAGEImage, word and sound that we recognize as our own language, keeping us tethered on an otherwise perilous voyage.PERILOUS VOYAGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01674329326337433560noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001965566594385855.post-73858395513210479652010-07-16T21:09:00.000-07:002010-07-16T21:42:19.432-07:00nature loads the GUN - nurture pulls the TRIGGER<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFm-xZMC8c1_0PEv7sJ3tiyThWlEg8ulVHD2iCfzGg-10R_xqqMAPivBskFpgGbW0MS1GojvRtadnNHuf95LQ79jfnw6OC6p8cfKIWaX-Ig_-BkKqlk1FS6ygtsIhnqjlBIWxqCi60FLLt/s1600/gun.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494729917169647218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFm-xZMC8c1_0PEv7sJ3tiyThWlEg8ulVHD2iCfzGg-10R_xqqMAPivBskFpgGbW0MS1GojvRtadnNHuf95LQ79jfnw6OC6p8cfKIWaX-Ig_-BkKqlk1FS6ygtsIhnqjlBIWxqCi60FLLt/s320/gun.jpg" /></a><br /><div>How can it be that a person born and bred from generations of alcoholics, arrives in this life as a tiny baby with the appropriate genetic code clutched in its fist, and moves through a lifespan never showing signs of addiction?<br /><br /><div>Biology has a strong hand.</div><br /><div>Society has a strong hand too.</div><br /><br /><div>So it's no longer Nature vs. Nurture.</div><br /><div>There's no arguement.<br /><br /></div><div>It's a handshake- with two sometime compatriots loading and firing a gun on a battlefield of evolution.</div><br /><div>"It's good to see you", or perhaps, "I told you to stay away from me- now give me the gun"</div><br /><div>Turns out there is a folding point, a weak spot in the fabric.<br />A trauma or event or series of events - often in early adolescence - </div><div>trigger the addict marker in the DNA....</div><br /><br /><div>and the rest uncoils.</div></div>PERILOUS VOYAGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01674329326337433560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001965566594385855.post-3259140217893773392008-07-17T18:29:00.000-07:002008-07-18T20:08:19.421-07:00the "I", the "We"<div align="center">There is no Starling "I".</div><div align="center">The beauty of the watery sweep and inky line exists because of mindlessness.</div><div align="center">To let ones self relax into the drift. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5QRr2302OxqzKKEdiR2rnMzf6tJ4NEt1AEjCuBE-DvEOKQ83sQcewWePMceTr84PxtxnCF-B8FsvHHYYRVyj4a3Wmu_jCTKq5CHMgJcFwuoW3Xn_qpdRXOO0TW34o8oS735KvGO8zE0of/s1600-h/dk+starlings.bmp"><span style="font-size:0;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224162056081842978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5QRr2302OxqzKKEdiR2rnMzf6tJ4NEt1AEjCuBE-DvEOKQ83sQcewWePMceTr84PxtxnCF-B8FsvHHYYRVyj4a3Wmu_jCTKq5CHMgJcFwuoW3Xn_qpdRXOO0TW34o8oS735KvGO8zE0of/s400/dk+starlings.bmp" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><a href="http://www.vnn.dk/default.asp?lan=UK&mnu=23"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://www.vnn.dk/default.asp?lan=UK&mnu=23</span></a><br /><br />But which bird says?</div><div align="center">Which bird moves slightly to the left or leans into the wind to move the million towards that wild design?</div><div align="center">The psychologists say that in mobs or riots, the crowds that run amok are steered by people deep inside the group.</div><div align="center">The ones who cannot see.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQE-treh4NN_gm1yVJJ2fCz8zZPVCd0-3gp4ywvfGxX_SGvvOGttpJ9qFbJsnlgwbc-Z7TbVDOArXddQ7WZIVT-YvVLn-iqDIxSmViI3D5y7W0UXVL6SLMvhS_EmAvBjb8Gg9JBP9KUCZH/s1600-h/httpwww.dailymail.co.uknewsarticle-515575Sky-turns-black-thousands-starlings-flock-Gretna-Green.html.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224161796317141954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQE-treh4NN_gm1yVJJ2fCz8zZPVCd0-3gp4ywvfGxX_SGvvOGttpJ9qFbJsnlgwbc-Z7TbVDOArXddQ7WZIVT-YvVLn-iqDIxSmViI3D5y7W0UXVL6SLMvhS_EmAvBjb8Gg9JBP9KUCZH/s400/httpwww.dailymail.co.uknewsarticle-515575Sky-turns-black-thousands-starlings-flock-Gretna-Green.html.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uknewsarticle-515575sky-turns-black-thousands-starlings-flock-gretna-green.html/"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://www.dailymail.co.uknewsarticle-515575sky-turns-black-thousands-starlings-flock-gretna-green.html/</span></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />So to those that are invested in the "flocking" theories for corporate workplace structures- be careful.<br /><br />Individualistic vs. Collectivism.<br />The fraternal twins of different cultures.<br /><br />One culture says- the good of the few.<br />The other- the good of the many.<br />The revolution of evolution. </div><div align="center"><br />But the Starling mind is not Collectivistic.<br />(Although the corporate encampments would like you to think it so. )<br />No creativity, no rebellion, no identity.<br />The Starling does not question.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Surrender.</div><div align="center">Accept.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">We are the We.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8xkvaO04pcc&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8xkvaO04pcc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div>PERILOUS VOYAGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01674329326337433560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001965566594385855.post-46015310306386748812008-07-14T20:13:00.000-07:002008-07-14T15:45:16.805-07:00spiral, magnet, tree: THE CRAVING<div align="center">The surge and the urge.<br />Addiction.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyuuT_w7-DRwfbQ2SdxoYAiyACUsdFIRpqT8DDC22M1nfb1zaP7Epo6K8CD2iFCk_Npw4p8EJ1kEWlVFwhOtgNEcDU2-im-WFik_Hrq533Bi9k6c5Vau9hZd_eGC6oZpw9pRHVUVwdMCQa/s1600-h/061121-giant-magnet_big.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222269632417209970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyuuT_w7-DRwfbQ2SdxoYAiyACUsdFIRpqT8DDC22M1nfb1zaP7Epo6K8CD2iFCk_Npw4p8EJ1kEWlVFwhOtgNEcDU2-im-WFik_Hrq533Bi9k6c5Vau9hZd_eGC6oZpw9pRHVUVwdMCQa/s400/061121-giant-magnet_big.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><a href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/11/061121-giant-magnet.html"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/11/061121-giant-magnet.html</span></a><br /></div><div align="center">The MRI- the miracle machine that peeps inside the mind, and shows the addict brain pulse with pleasure just seeing a picture of a frosty beer, a crack pipe, the oxycontin tablet.<br /><br />While the normal mind shows a stimulating sign when looking at a baby, a humming bird, a family photo.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgza6cZ81yeHMR05BKYS4nc71nbtbkdlnkOZm9UEsIve-k4zrXcKR3c8v11hsxCSNhEXDBaTWzcS80bhHWHP9SQJAJMobIzIiNZdhAiXr8h1eFFExGNMujghxJv35j6n5M-L6bI20B74Bkx/s1600-h/060315_dna_nebula_02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222269449930694530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgza6cZ81yeHMR05BKYS4nc71nbtbkdlnkOZm9UEsIve-k4zrXcKR3c8v11hsxCSNhEXDBaTWzcS80bhHWHP9SQJAJMobIzIiNZdhAiXr8h1eFFExGNMujghxJv35j6n5M-L6bI20B74Bkx/s400/060315_dna_nebula_02.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.magnetism.com/magblogarchives/2006/03/magnetism_shapes_dna_in_space.html"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://www.magnetism.com/magblogarchives/2006/03/magnetism_shapes_dna_in_space.html</span></a><br />And DNA too!<br />The twists of genetic material that scribe the genes of a schizophrenic, a homosexual, and an alcoholic.<br />The mouth goes moist simply driving past the billboard where the woman in black velvet sips the drink or hold the bottle.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiM0ammkRUMiybGr0EzqqKlBfpTlkE0q-amOTju4y1pIbMmzUkU1yHj48W1aj_tAvV9CxT1Z3RKkaDWySuIXUArOKBGxyQSh-RoQzzlV226a9oY_GlhwNXns3syDSGslOvS5ccnMU88BeW/s1600-h/axel+erlandson.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222266540196469970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiM0ammkRUMiybGr0EzqqKlBfpTlkE0q-amOTju4y1pIbMmzUkU1yHj48W1aj_tAvV9CxT1Z3RKkaDWySuIXUArOKBGxyQSh-RoQzzlV226a9oY_GlhwNXns3syDSGslOvS5ccnMU88BeW/s400/axel+erlandson.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.arborsmith.com/treecircus.html"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://www.arborsmith.com/treecircus.html</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span>And the tree!<br /><br />The family tree- with little christmas lights for every relative afflicted with addiction or bi-polar or.....suicide at last.<br /><br />Put on those boots.<br />Lace them tight and strive to be the one that lives to old age, and dies in ones bed sober.<br />You are not alone.<br />You will make it. <span style="font-size:78%;"><div align="center"><br /></span><br /><a href="http://powerandcontrol.blogspot.com/2006/11/history-of-addiction.html"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://powerandcontrol.blogspot.com/2006/11/history-of-addiction.html</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.hbo.com/addiction/"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://www.hbo.com/addiction/</span></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><a href="http://creativerecovery.artbabyart.net/kimpark/artwork.htm"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://creativerecovery.artbabyart.net/kimpark/artwork.htm</span></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><a href="http://m3.alexweidmann.com/piles/?s=pancakejunkie"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://m3.alexweidmann.com/piles/?s=pancakejunkie</span></a> </div></div>PERILOUS VOYAGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01674329326337433560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001965566594385855.post-5726165163082205522008-07-06T17:57:00.000-07:002010-02-07T14:49:29.639-08:00the beauty of the Mark, the intention or ambivalence of the Maker<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyyqaF4-SSUTcyfOzsrcWpyTXvvJGnSh1PyNIvmB5S84u1b2fBZHJbpUnd63Ecn4S1QK_wLZs3m-ydHoj2wFHdzVH6aeUpD4hWrt5RTsin5ZAoNhEPCwPi2bjHxlw2a_s99fz1wW1OhEQA/s1600-h/1970++Robert+Smithson.+Journal++7+p.++handwritten+%3B+28+x+22+cmArchives+of+American+Art..jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220085453599869314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyyqaF4-SSUTcyfOzsrcWpyTXvvJGnSh1PyNIvmB5S84u1b2fBZHJbpUnd63Ecn4S1QK_wLZs3m-ydHoj2wFHdzVH6aeUpD4hWrt5RTsin5ZAoNhEPCwPi2bjHxlw2a_s99fz1wW1OhEQA/s400/1970++Robert+Smithson.+Journal++7+p.++handwritten+%3B+28+x+22+cmArchives+of+American+Art..jpg" /></a> Robert Smithson 1970 diary page</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.earthworks.org/links.html"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://www.earthworks.org/links.html</span></a></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjomCLJ8SVMmYVBDgAItFF2j0qu41-ir7Ela3GQEK7fuVgwQIHIzEmT7FwV_V4aCK70QtoewnlFf16Y1zXoNxrb3eZ0ROrjoqMNokff2lRoaeIc8IYy5ev781l_0n-lTjSdwWirGExuz0BK/s1600-h/william+anatasi+subway+drawings.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220085453634929154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjomCLJ8SVMmYVBDgAItFF2j0qu41-ir7Ela3GQEK7fuVgwQIHIzEmT7FwV_V4aCK70QtoewnlFf16Y1zXoNxrb3eZ0ROrjoqMNokff2lRoaeIc8IYy5ev781l_0n-lTjSdwWirGExuz0BK/s400/william+anatasi+subway+drawings.jpg" /></a> william anatasi subway drawings</p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.subwayseismo.com/about/"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://www.subwayseismo.com/about/</span></a><br /></p><p align="center">Often ( and for me as an artist this is not always a good thing) on the way to creating a new piece I will see a scrape on a wall, an inadverdent mark on a piece of tin or plastic, or the claw scrape of a wild animal on a tree and say to myself-</p><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">forget it! forget art! </span></p><br /><div align="center">you will never make a mark as provocative or beautiful.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnnCPBzAXbpStUS00DrxHOngvoT3IItn1DAS1xuwXx4bn6qpyt0ITRfBYegybfJmbg_5I_ZxL3s9a0DWsx2QAvxKQ6y42ksFHEaQXP0X01mFB4Ux0dIFJ2RzwubfAga0A3FwTV2q0ABGsK/s1600-h/Pavement_markings_20070810_thumb[1].jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220079576546978578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnnCPBzAXbpStUS00DrxHOngvoT3IItn1DAS1xuwXx4bn6qpyt0ITRfBYegybfJmbg_5I_ZxL3s9a0DWsx2QAvxKQ6y42ksFHEaQXP0X01mFB4Ux0dIFJ2RzwubfAga0A3FwTV2q0ABGsK/s400/Pavement_markings_20070810_thumb[1].jpg" /></a> parking lot markings<br /><a href="http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2007/08/pavement-markings-for-band-practice.html">http://gscottage.blogspot.com/2007/08/pavement-markings-for-band-practice.html</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVpQw9cgusdL-gV9axcm6gvkuOJQVMQD-safRKG6MmolkZyr0L93KgctiYHSEIvTqMRu2FQIyVEaPyp2XhmJQxWZe5M_pYdN8GfN_O76kSv4dp5HxQMTjI2IOzGOx0P5ueLXJp1YVbmuBc/s1600-h/cy%20twombly.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220073805995385330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVpQw9cgusdL-gV9axcm6gvkuOJQVMQD-safRKG6MmolkZyr0L93KgctiYHSEIvTqMRu2FQIyVEaPyp2XhmJQxWZe5M_pYdN8GfN_O76kSv4dp5HxQMTjI2IOzGOx0P5ueLXJp1YVbmuBc/s400/cy%20twombly.jpg" /></a> artist Cy Twombly<br /><br /><a href="http://www.menil.org/twombly.html">http://www.menil.org/twombly.html</a><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220070941314704706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqo6xTeWHHmj3kUYCpFqmYBx_OAuyiQCp-XVmRTOVlAswo-sia0zmFM0eLnovUWkST1hMnLPrXvOcrQOh3FBrSXB98efekJ8iUzcPx0J_RpwZW_gLTLyaxF1UkIDog_wyqX4IVs3gVs_r2/s400/physicist+Clint+Sprott.jpg" /><br />physicist Clint Sprott<br /><br /><a href="http://sprott.physics.wisc.edu/">http://sprott.physics.wisc.edu/</a>PERILOUS VOYAGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01674329326337433560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001965566594385855.post-71827712329304717832008-04-01T21:21:00.001-07:002008-04-01T21:35:45.803-07:00the sudden light, the shock, the rising<div align="center"></div><div align="center">Mr. Colin Evans levitates in the late 1930's in an English church.</div><div align="center">Spectacular photographs- look at the faces and gestures of the people in the audience.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilpAQy1RY1Ch7_HY0Q4cIY1jahbS9sGDVkeBXP8srzxFSx3_RoRPuCZf-BvBpF9DjFvwQvPXnq_jqrJCQXy4fbpRDhC2NF2zPP7IVljBDZuNrMvP13wEqubXZMZqMa5WeJ-F_LsNw5TGWA/s1600-h/British+medium+Colin+Evans,+1938.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184498413761208626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilpAQy1RY1Ch7_HY0Q4cIY1jahbS9sGDVkeBXP8srzxFSx3_RoRPuCZf-BvBpF9DjFvwQvPXnq_jqrJCQXy4fbpRDhC2NF2zPP7IVljBDZuNrMvP13wEqubXZMZqMa5WeJ-F_LsNw5TGWA/s400/British+medium+Colin+Evans,+1938.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ldkD2ueVMq9bHjeXzS2SGq56oHG9pjU1lPFuDblpOTtsyBJ9sKaYSkb22fqnEASAN9ZcBUOgcFGq0Smtgbk5CWo2dsaCZGHzQMinEs4MaLixI3VrbynINdgm29ixoMy4I5RUhpTcPigp/s1600-h/Colin+Evans,++taken+in+1938.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184498422351143234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ldkD2ueVMq9bHjeXzS2SGq56oHG9pjU1lPFuDblpOTtsyBJ9sKaYSkb22fqnEASAN9ZcBUOgcFGq0Smtgbk5CWo2dsaCZGHzQMinEs4MaLixI3VrbynINdgm29ixoMy4I5RUhpTcPigp/s400/Colin+Evans,++taken+in+1938.jpg" border="0" /></a> These photographs are often identified as infrared, but that was not a process available during this time.</div><div align="center">The photo uses a flash, in darkeness.</div><div align="center">The people are shocked by the light- the incident they have been waiting for-the physicality of suprise. </div>PERILOUS VOYAGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01674329326337433560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001965566594385855.post-11644048103551585562008-04-01T21:13:00.000-07:002008-04-01T21:20:46.490-07:00Where are you going? And who are your guides?<div align="center">This is one of the most beautiful and provocative photographs I know.</div><div align="center">Taken in France in perhaps the 1930's, a psychic is blindfolded and led to a crime scene.</div><div align="center">The image is like a dream- the three portly men in suits, two holding hands, the leader and the one led, into a landscape of the dark and dreadful.</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPVnfdOfteOTQlBtowCCn0EOzaGCGDn8V4HgeLOmQ14UmV1jMSNw8VTv4u0-J-MfmWpsU34fXQxzfTupJT6TRL4vLe7GMONwrQEkWVPXsBfEOw-9xQdZI3rZ4AIQk5fkn-suz38yHli2EA/s1600-h/3423139+french+medium+searching+for+victim.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184496768788734210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPVnfdOfteOTQlBtowCCn0EOzaGCGDn8V4HgeLOmQ14UmV1jMSNw8VTv4u0-J-MfmWpsU34fXQxzfTupJT6TRL4vLe7GMONwrQEkWVPXsBfEOw-9xQdZI3rZ4AIQk5fkn-suz38yHli2EA/s400/3423139+french+medium+searching+for+victim.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGyBDv2IK9KbXgLIQgxLiUSGCfCIXXQzV_YpL7N3g-XbApwZte_x_pmXq-KjJwiCqKqmAzOxezXpdCOAXBkWkN-I-kM8LKN_VDysYmVFExYxU0R2KKLAJ4vKD0CO1_UeY46By_9utpnJ8b/s1600-h/Colin+Evans,++taken+in+1938.jpg"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOk_rWkuwn6AC9nr_XkmdVX-O5ScdjuslKad6qrL2ryLTdMqMcZnCV2R9Iy7NbG6MKbnk2sBZH-iZGPv-Uh3qRifsmzDNk5j1ZPgVD1q12333dby6N9RqjwvZ_RraX1rqVRFjmggC79yD5/s1600-h/British+medium+Colin+Evans,+1938.jpg"></a><br /><div></div>PERILOUS VOYAGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01674329326337433560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001965566594385855.post-50206049092590598062008-04-01T20:40:00.000-07:002008-04-01T21:12:28.861-07:00Ted Serios' thought-o-photographs<div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Ted Serios was a regular guy, an alcoholic, a doorman at a local Chicago hotel.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">He claimed to be able to create photographs on Polaroid film using his thoughts.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPkAl4fsSeAFPbgzsXxC6lkb1G-gX7jaH_cA0Bb9F1z_dn8uDDSOaiVl1m3EO0o4jczSQdL_PpOpF6WA0DQcrQRGFYmsnMx21yipwnfRM-oQ2xTKrtmedi3E7jbW903xYiRwwcnvH_l9VD/s1600-h/serios.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184493461663916242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPkAl4fsSeAFPbgzsXxC6lkb1G-gX7jaH_cA0Bb9F1z_dn8uDDSOaiVl1m3EO0o4jczSQdL_PpOpF6WA0DQcrQRGFYmsnMx21yipwnfRM-oQ2xTKrtmedi3E7jbW903xYiRwwcnvH_l9VD/s320/serios.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHIg_Yqs18k-Ucn-WjmVqukn7c3nt1Zpu6h-_ZdFPNkVXnjWqALp2ghDjfEfJcDvQ-ji_ncIeO1Y-mL34ycxvFOjtONHdAXxSgSk5AiuCe-raWUsnB-IyP9rNPKNiPx2fJK1S-PTQyOy8u/s1600-h/fotografias-psiquicas-3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184493465958883554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHIg_Yqs18k-Ucn-WjmVqukn7c3nt1Zpu6h-_ZdFPNkVXnjWqALp2ghDjfEfJcDvQ-ji_ncIeO1Y-mL34ycxvFOjtONHdAXxSgSk5AiuCe-raWUsnB-IyP9rNPKNiPx2fJK1S-PTQyOy8u/s320/fotografias-psiquicas-3.jpg" border="0" /></a> His claims were heard and then supported by psychiatrist Jule Eisenbud.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeBX7qBgxNitIvVwar0x50Ky9wYwls6xB6Bu9jpa7ewGc_U9jPc_ZAbmkFBU2Ub5EusNcuzhspEUXZsmumM3KVyd06HsJQNAFArvzVYsjOrqW6Uj7Hb5sAi3ciPnSf2N_DNrmJd2ymTmUX/s1600-h/ted-serios.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184493465958883570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeBX7qBgxNitIvVwar0x50Ky9wYwls6xB6Bu9jpa7ewGc_U9jPc_ZAbmkFBU2Ub5EusNcuzhspEUXZsmumM3KVyd06HsJQNAFArvzVYsjOrqW6Uj7Hb5sAi3ciPnSf2N_DNrmJd2ymTmUX/s320/ted-serios.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a> There were hundreds of strange gatherings that lasted all night.<br />Eisenbud would ply Ted Serios with liquor.<br />Sometimes physical acts of violence to property would ensue.<br />People invited to watch the process would find themselves harrangued.<br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrTyqs-LS31v4jOnbO34p3ECdIwi1AkKfasj74B36GRZFkt8N5u1ykZTGtlJYrxARbdJsYPA905RJfydM22PR9AB8HGfegkgNb5C9gmXEL4NGTgpRABKYm7dssW5arTVPOGSktvY_SygH-/s1600-h/images+6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184493100886663330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrTyqs-LS31v4jOnbO34p3ECdIwi1AkKfasj74B36GRZFkt8N5u1ykZTGtlJYrxARbdJsYPA905RJfydM22PR9AB8HGfegkgNb5C9gmXEL4NGTgpRABKYm7dssW5arTVPOGSktvY_SygH-/s200/images+6.jpg" border="0" /></a> But inevitably, several photgraphs would come out of the nights process, evidently made by Serios' thoughts, his grimaces towards the camera, and his gestures towards the lense with a small tube he called his Gizmo.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ7rDFKVavLzPPoSVkGyAWe75mXEslylfqMAfC-PTDYHcSjXLbtUm-qAqTZprEm9p1DI87DfXcLObNFsqvzfXwKs0PMih4DSx7vljrn7hSngJMfVbckpMbZpfPqhsDkMRGkxhTqYaQR6hC/s1600-h/images2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184493105181630642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ7rDFKVavLzPPoSVkGyAWe75mXEslylfqMAfC-PTDYHcSjXLbtUm-qAqTZprEm9p1DI87DfXcLObNFsqvzfXwKs0PMih4DSx7vljrn7hSngJMfVbckpMbZpfPqhsDkMRGkxhTqYaQR6hC/s200/images2.jpg" border="0" /></a> The Gizmo was shown to all as an empty metal tube.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEzbCgPnh3z-YxBwiR_Ng2pFh5KX4y2KBgwXC4n7zrYGpk0rB7XaehLtvSV6gT_NQGRszqr9StGHMCwkqRKtDA95F6PxpWDpH9055ZJFwaXquoXq3fKr9S4LJIlsn6dgyA8S-_APoNnf0g/s1600-h/SERIOS+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184493105181630658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEzbCgPnh3z-YxBwiR_Ng2pFh5KX4y2KBgwXC4n7zrYGpk0rB7XaehLtvSV6gT_NQGRszqr9StGHMCwkqRKtDA95F6PxpWDpH9055ZJFwaXquoXq3fKr9S4LJIlsn6dgyA8S-_APoNnf0g/s200/SERIOS+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtojBnelfjCz4vqP1WyTimsT0Jv7mVMxUCaBZjvau3s_BVabtXt4maH2WENfMwzWrMUxxms09Tg8BFXZ0SC3Fnh8KE4WpVOrKliXXTHDqnf3IkZxr8xuOu4K_SzUeAcv8FpK9PoYU2gbXt/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184492684274835554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtojBnelfjCz4vqP1WyTimsT0Jv7mVMxUCaBZjvau3s_BVabtXt4maH2WENfMwzWrMUxxms09Tg8BFXZ0SC3Fnh8KE4WpVOrKliXXTHDqnf3IkZxr8xuOu4K_SzUeAcv8FpK9PoYU2gbXt/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHXtPz7smY3DvG7R0regcjEw-1Gmw9qgK0O6a7D59lSd21o-44Jj9aJxXTdQV2nz7cVctWq0Clas9S_YBvvj5OXe99Bse1-OChFG5pusQjCBcnvdxuZweMzyhJ_geeuYC5-qzU2EV2yuTn/s1600-h/fotografias-psiquicas-4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184492684274835570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHXtPz7smY3DvG7R0regcjEw-1Gmw9qgK0O6a7D59lSd21o-44Jj9aJxXTdQV2nz7cVctWq0Clas9S_YBvvj5OXe99Bse1-OChFG5pusQjCBcnvdxuZweMzyhJ_geeuYC5-qzU2EV2yuTn/s200/fotografias-psiquicas-4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1xrbhvJjLENYFsIm3IaF_4dGFCsVracHbw6RrsUfjQDeZhZVtviZWvZpWXyvF8rYxQU28KEcW9GXALXhiuker25Hr0g1iWIFA5BneTMx83lkDrC8yMbWDr24l1SmCpWKocH93Y5y4DBl4/s1600-h/images7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184492684274835586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1xrbhvJjLENYFsIm3IaF_4dGFCsVracHbw6RrsUfjQDeZhZVtviZWvZpWXyvF8rYxQU28KEcW9GXALXhiuker25Hr0g1iWIFA5BneTMx83lkDrC8yMbWDr24l1SmCpWKocH93Y5y4DBl4/s200/images7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQo-YGsYOCmPaVgLe75paSxRyv34KtNQRVa5hjnLYsGssWHgIeKq9B8buqW0mauz1N33qzQdEaQqH4l0KvaPQMQAN17K-tiIlLa9uTawnHXECVY9Ae5w4Dccodkdc9V8XjfanxuA3qhgji/s1600-h/images++7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184492688569802898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQo-YGsYOCmPaVgLe75paSxRyv34KtNQRVa5hjnLYsGssWHgIeKq9B8buqW0mauz1N33qzQdEaQqH4l0KvaPQMQAN17K-tiIlLa9uTawnHXECVY9Ae5w4Dccodkdc9V8XjfanxuA3qhgji/s200/images++7.jpg" border="0" /></a>These events came on the distant heels of a turn-of-the-century phenomenon known as the Spiritualist movement:<br />Ghosts, visits from the dead, automatic writing, ectoplasmic photography, knocking and tapping messages from Beyond.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYbcbb_4MUQdDTZuOFJ2ijDGGgLXvSjxAo6GqoWDeBPLG8K23JCSOUbDpFbVQsXFrEl4lOUYyH9lSKhDmU1oaQ9Tsr-cA4AOhu_awRdTXlAqEWuZ9Z0u4q5nz3pNSoXotiotXCKEzGFZxZ/s1600-h/250px-Serios+gizmo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184491984195166290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYbcbb_4MUQdDTZuOFJ2ijDGGgLXvSjxAo6GqoWDeBPLG8K23JCSOUbDpFbVQsXFrEl4lOUYyH9lSKhDmU1oaQ9Tsr-cA4AOhu_awRdTXlAqEWuZ9Z0u4q5nz3pNSoXotiotXCKEzGFZxZ/s320/250px-Serios+gizmo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The gap in those 40 or so years was capped by Ted Serios' thought photography.<br />Although much of the evidence that came out of the Spiritualist movement was proven to be fabrications, and there were many of the same claims toward Mr. Serios' work-<br />there has never been a succesful disprovement of the claims and the result of his work.<br />What is the story here?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div><div> </div><br /></div>PERILOUS VOYAGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01674329326337433560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001965566594385855.post-79469271384320569812007-11-13T20:39:00.000-08:002007-11-13T20:57:34.644-08:00eyrie<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDp33tCKJyaenjFRtBS2wopFMI-cB3Rj3tg4z722nGRyjQL_lGQ-TbKUBOVzRvHXR-W4svLwcCgCHQrYvX0u3l3qFnS-fmfGloHlL6rqQAB-Mdsh0Q1fuO7QiedN7uqXyYHt5BAkY4Adbd/s1600-h/DSCN2915.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132554860448159250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDp33tCKJyaenjFRtBS2wopFMI-cB3Rj3tg4z722nGRyjQL_lGQ-TbKUBOVzRvHXR-W4svLwcCgCHQrYvX0u3l3qFnS-fmfGloHlL6rqQAB-Mdsh0Q1fuO7QiedN7uqXyYHt5BAkY4Adbd/s320/DSCN2915.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Sometimes its not the voyage that is perilous but the home port.<br /><br />We build on unstable ground, take into our hearts unstable people, grow up in homes that have no foundation.<br /><br />Occasionally our tenous homes are tolerated by those surrounding us.<br /><br />Really, one can live in remarkable difficulty and get used to it: the man I see sleeping under an overpass in the middle of a ten lane highway.<br /><br />My grandmother used to say, "if you are tired enough, you can sleep hanging on a nail"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVfAZcY5JJDY6vn9IDzbFnxTEv-P3s6eZnnyAyLgvJf0Uqsawfc9H8M0iw_relxpHC0X0jxgpQ0u2KsiU2RRF4tS3Ysdz0f65y47vPV4U-QEFG8EgypwAw1fcOl_1CmEj-Al4T6PHnQGh3/s1600-h/DSCN2915.JPG"></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5JbwNYyWD8kunS9AFnWFX8_ABtSrlyiFaL3sVR4X-FYsb6YMSZJvcLHCxT0c6675ReKgGOIwJZgdJtlH8LUhYOr-c4PD9C070hCxHFThqrFMwrEzcvOA0t6D6GsyxmTjaFrGbyOU4h6YH/s1600-h/DSCN2922.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132551312805172722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5JbwNYyWD8kunS9AFnWFX8_ABtSrlyiFaL3sVR4X-FYsb6YMSZJvcLHCxT0c6675ReKgGOIwJZgdJtlH8LUhYOr-c4PD9C070hCxHFThqrFMwrEzcvOA0t6D6GsyxmTjaFrGbyOU4h6YH/s320/DSCN2922.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />There is more to say<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>PERILOUS VOYAGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01674329326337433560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001965566594385855.post-83037815801181982102007-11-06T22:03:00.000-08:002007-11-07T17:52:36.070-08:00amanita amanita amanita<div align="center"></div><div align="center">Amanita Muscaria</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Poisonous</div><p><br /><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv_9kt7Et1K0vWcnW5SmFMqtkqLtdT0J6URFBfIe9dO8tlskcV5EQD-aBb-JQu5gqOdkSFm0j7AQaSfFniJVKAH2JXwHH6RA5YU4i4s39nyPjzwQqyD45dWbDDmend_inxevwU-q462mxQ/s1600-h/95.+Amanita+natural+still+life+SSCC.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129975868980932706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv_9kt7Et1K0vWcnW5SmFMqtkqLtdT0J6URFBfIe9dO8tlskcV5EQD-aBb-JQu5gqOdkSFm0j7AQaSfFniJVKAH2JXwHH6RA5YU4i4s39nyPjzwQqyD45dWbDDmend_inxevwU-q462mxQ/s320/95.+Amanita+natural+still+life+SSCC.JPG" border="0" /></a> I have been taking photographs of mushrooms. I am lucky to live in a place that is damp, wet, organic.<br />This year I have collected photographs of over 30 different species. I have followed the fruiting and life cycle of a patch of amanita muscarias. First they push up through dirt looking almost obscene- thick white bulb thrusting up to breaking the surface. This is the mushroom with its "universal veil". The bulb begins to change color and open its cap shortly afterwards, shedding the spores that were tightly kept inside. The cap opens and lifts- becoming an umbrella shape. The small white spots are what is left of the veil attachments. This amanita- in the photograph- was uprooted early, and lay on the ground exactly as I found it.<br /><br />The mushroom glossary of J. Lindgren reads like a poem. Imagine someone reading aloud these<br />sensous and beautiful words.<br /><br />Amanita muscaria- mysterious, veiled, beautiful, poisonous, potent....<br /><br /><a name="nGlo"><span style="font-size:85%;">GLOSSARY</span></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">abruptly bulbous - top of bulb flattened, sides and bottom rounded<br />adnate - gills which are broadly attached to the stipe<br />adnexed - gills narrowly attached to the stipe<br />amyloid - spores which stain bluish in Melzer’s reagent or iodine<br />annulus - a ring of tissue around the stipe<br />appendiculate - margin of cap fringed or adorned with fragments of the veil<br />areolae, areolate - spaces marked out on the surface, separated by cracks<br />attenuate - gradually narrowed<br />clavate - base thickened like a club<br />convex - regularly rounded, domed<br />disc - center of the cap </span></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><p><br />ellipsoid - spores with rounded ends and slightly curved sides<br />evanescent - slightly developed and soon disappearing<br />farinaceous - mealy to powdery particles on the cap or stipe; may also refer to the odor of fresh meal<br />fimbriate - gill edges finely fringed by cells<br />floccose - loose cottony or soft tufts of tissue<br />free - gills that are not attached to the stipe<br />fusiform - spindle shaped, tapering in both directions from an enlarged part<br />gills - the knife-blade-like structures on the underside of the cap<br />globose - spherical, like a globe<br />habit - the general, external, and characteristic appearance, or manner of growth</p><p><br />habitat - the natural place of growth<br />lamellulae - the short gills that do not span the whole distance from margin to stipe<br />limbate volva - membranous, attached closely around the bulb and with an open, free margin<br />marginate bulb - with circular ridge around top edge of bulb; in age it may flatten to look like wide shoulders on a rounded bulb<br />Melzer’s reagent - an iodine solution used to test for an amyloid reaction of the spore wall<br />membranous - like a membrane or skinlike<br />obtusely conic - rounded or blunt cone-shaped<br />plane - having a flat surface<br />pruinose - finely powdered </p><p><br />saccate volva - one shaped like a sack, cup or sheath<br />spores - the reproductive units of a fungus<br />stipe - the correct term for the "stem" of a mushroom<br />striate, striations - radiating grooves or lines on cap margin<br />subglobose - almost spherical<br />subumbonate - center of cap slightly or broadly raised truncate - appearing chopped off or abruptly ending<br />umbo, umbonate - having a raised knob or mound at center of cap<br />universal veil - the enveloping veil that covers an immature amanita and which breaks to form a volva at the base, and often leaving remnants on the cap<br />volva - the remains of the universal veil; usually refers to the structure found at the base of the stipe<br /></p></span>PERILOUS VOYAGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01674329326337433560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001965566594385855.post-9652272060617600762007-10-07T21:25:00.000-07:002007-10-13T16:58:51.664-07:00wax and lead, straw and pitch<div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">"The transformation of waste"</div><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120968121923013042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDqYmrPrMq-nh_XBUZPiZZNefHGA82sB9lTsWJUMunJYXnJ7kOdTqdg5HRHtUL0QGWA3W4sJ0BarKA4Gb_3ixqrqFBtDgUk2ZSjYtCHaOAbOds79nAp-zh6tVRKR5WtCGfLh690FNsUf2W/s200/Patti+Smith.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.pattismith.net/"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://www.pattismith.net/</span></a><br /><br />When we walk in the dark land, where nails and blood and he hard screams of others scrape along our minds, we are in the Nigredo.<br /></div><div align="center">Alchemists said you needed pig iron and scrap in order to make gold.<br /></div><div align="center">Pig iron and scrap was what they called the Nigredo.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Jung said we needed to wade through the wastelands of our dreams in order to step up into the transformation.<br /></div><br /><div align="center">The transformation of self.</div><br /><div align="center">As Patti Smith says- "the transformation of waste".</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyD7Hq1R-xpjspOYYSy2xCyAj1dKZHFTJqlF-nycaEyBqdoLgp9xXP5OUGXw4Zj1mio8qwWNPpXzsAoyF1GfsPs9oHULca7k83vL41n3tnw98561QGefyK9vuuk1Xe1v7sgiPjLVf1T2B3/s1600-h/Nigredo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118818016916400210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="148" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyD7Hq1R-xpjspOYYSy2xCyAj1dKZHFTJqlF-nycaEyBqdoLgp9xXP5OUGXw4Zj1mio8qwWNPpXzsAoyF1GfsPs9oHULca7k83vL41n3tnw98561QGefyK9vuuk1Xe1v7sgiPjLVf1T2B3/s400/Nigredo.jpg" width="400" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center">Anselm Kiefer paints in wax and lead, straw and pitch. His pieces are enormous- they span museum walls. </div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118817845117708306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="278" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibanZ5a9lqTeRQXITlPgwBvQ8LLRyQ4N3eFWHJzPGUtbwAZjp5IeqwHtS94vaJhLlJRzvgqazykdS5eWYyYJeZT9Hh6-IChsqQaUa2Y-OVXrCGwTlSW1B30vrscBh9-9_DR-NTnGnKL9yz/s400/20+Jahre+Einsamkeit.bmp" width="375" border="0" /><br /></div><div align="center">His lead books are gigantic. Some you may don white gloves and look into- but the pages quickly turn them black.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">What is in these books?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The words of our death or of our transforming?<br /></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY6ZAzQotM47gCSclvC0X-b2WrTBL7sROQGBvkEu7GJBxhDJ10hlwD8euET4FqwidsLWJMPwU5pCZKRMbgFe3M5jDy5v2fJAJNDbjHL1k47aw3YKTIugu7TmUxtmbXq_-2YtXeUc0NrS16/s1600-h/Kiefer-orderofAngels.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118817845117708322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="113" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY6ZAzQotM47gCSclvC0X-b2WrTBL7sROQGBvkEu7GJBxhDJ10hlwD8euET4FqwidsLWJMPwU5pCZKRMbgFe3M5jDy5v2fJAJNDbjHL1k47aw3YKTIugu7TmUxtmbXq_-2YtXeUc0NrS16/s400/Kiefer-orderofAngels.jpg" width="400" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><a href="http://www.artchive.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://www.artchive.com</span></a></p>PERILOUS VOYAGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01674329326337433560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001965566594385855.post-84096242958776855872007-10-01T22:16:00.001-07:002007-10-14T14:02:15.927-07:00peering in with my giant eye<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Qzb0kpJ2jCMjevUON10N7mhWh8pjoBAMtjMnrRnI3bHtnb6u7ItJgTITE4Dbqqmebzt5cB89_vobxmcbXXK8qykh8imYr6lwP5TGuIrCdOOpQI3flqJ7mtiFJGNPhn7AV0c3uiIobkoX/s1600-h/jonah1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120964063178918226" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpaGafqGIYKzMrSAZqTDI_wyHqfzzbKHQDYLYo86e6FG9W9W7qJbbBZujIhXDzYqxf6Axp0crypIpwKLEPO3KvRvMfBN9iYxGcs4uQg8ZI8gifdxjyjM3qdQy5_amNNr63VSoCk_5UTFh4/s400/spiral_jetty_dessin+www.chez.comedufracnoyal_limogessmithson.htm.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfTZkEpGD5m97uC3irBf87paQmabH_PRHkfKgx4Sj-diKElSch5r2rf5foGxPGWTRqXr_-gbtym0rfxPjuVP6ojQVvtaUq7B-3Bx_d2WtCtAtJNpPQNErqj0NQdKwTwmKtY9n0Ml_8nokt/s1600-h/robert+smithson+smiral+jetty+www.njn.net.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113550811488024082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfTZkEpGD5m97uC3irBf87paQmabH_PRHkfKgx4Sj-diKElSch5r2rf5foGxPGWTRqXr_-gbtym0rfxPjuVP6ojQVvtaUq7B-3Bx_d2WtCtAtJNpPQNErqj0NQdKwTwmKtY9n0Ml_8nokt/s400/robert+smithson+smiral+jetty+www.njn.net.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>In the 1970's, a piece of land art was constructed that spiraled off the Great Salt Lake.</div><br /><div>The image and the memory, even if second hand, is pretty indelibly marked on several different groups and generations. </div><br /><div>Understand, artist Robert Smithson has made no noises about claiming, in fact he is rather quiet.</div><br /><div>So the questions here are rhetorical and meant to stretch to other iconographic works as well.</div><br /><div>Is the artist responsible now for the archetypal quality, the coil of dense projection that has happened to this work? </div><br /><div>Did he simply create the work and the interaction with the environment- and now should not accept the mastery or ownership- </div><br /></div><div align="center"><div align="center">I DID IT I DID IT I DID IT</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Let go let go Let go</div><br /><div align="center"></div></div></div></div></div>PERILOUS VOYAGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01674329326337433560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001965566594385855.post-69819442529433003052007-09-23T15:42:00.000-07:002007-09-23T17:32:36.611-07:00rascals<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA1PZz6AMyvt--IFvKi7JiCb3QX3H-8RUzuB3nr3u2MQAp83yp3HwSuVfRMx1j7KZJuiAYREJDVq8hn9rfZXkOaySuPSsXsldPeNpf1o5IOq9BXgzvgeZHkpt3H5yBFU8QGAQNBrD2IFyu/s1600-h/simonbellphotography.com.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113534829914715650" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3JySJQNZ2-k3RKj01LAxeDKkBDugKAA7-kvDYLknao-0ONPEx2KVVi9vw9IiAtoX_m0ubDH8xCn05Y2Cb6UBYbpCaT_BS-0XcUlk2wbALS15WTkAsAzc1tZb-gb5WAKygGhXeC6Rujxlr/s320/simonbellphotography.com.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> simonbellphotography.com</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">There are rascals in the world, and some of them are blue. Blue, with articulated eyebrows and feather capes.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">When they first arrived, I had a misguided thought that I could train them to come to a command or clap. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">I would match a clap with food.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">But I was very very eager, and would find myself jumping up from my work when I heard them in the trees, stick my head out the window, and clap.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">It wasn't long before I realized that they had trained me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Trained me to pop out of the window at the sounds they made, sitting in the woods.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">They can't clap, they have wings.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">It doesn't matter, the rascals had won.</span><br /></p><div align="center"></div>PERILOUS VOYAGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01674329326337433560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001965566594385855.post-73518312641219507902007-07-03T23:57:00.000-07:002007-07-10T16:36:04.427-07:00curiosity<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitB1GDTBPwoxwNUpgu-HJUFpjJhVUkCrDepvHKR--URlbV_MiADQuWo-N7TW_ew9dg6Hh3lXE050ZZ5yvcSx87H1KhbuMPwpIcI7POKNfOxtHYMqHKKCo3aqBdcIxbf6ftGuhZYZTO_CkR/s1600-h/earthlights_dmsp_big.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084163430887578194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitB1GDTBPwoxwNUpgu-HJUFpjJhVUkCrDepvHKR--URlbV_MiADQuWo-N7TW_ew9dg6Hh3lXE050ZZ5yvcSx87H1KhbuMPwpIcI7POKNfOxtHYMqHKKCo3aqBdcIxbf6ftGuhZYZTO_CkR/s200/earthlights_dmsp_big.jpg" border="0" /></a> The night sky . </div><div align="center">(Click to enlarge.)</div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMiXp0idZbLqqndRw-FU5-pJR0cBPz1rO_23O3parH5e5kmEO7aGg280t943WOhve2GRX3xCL-gO3IuVKAWOAoY3mcQbVgTX7imNqb1FARzr-qdzXdKqBYhbn3W4D0vGj-vuL8Te6wWTA/s1600-h/350px-Musei_Wormiani_Historia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083786010636442178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMiXp0idZbLqqndRw-FU5-pJR0cBPz1rO_23O3parH5e5kmEO7aGg280t943WOhve2GRX3xCL-gO3IuVKAWOAoY3mcQbVgTX7imNqb1FARzr-qdzXdKqBYhbn3W4D0vGj-vuL8Te6wWTA/s200/350px-Musei_Wormiani_Historia.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ole Wurm's Kunsthammer<br /><br />Turns out that wedged into the list of motivations and drives for a human being's old brain survival mechanisms-<br /><br />(sex, hunger, thirst..)<br /><br />is Curiousity.<br /><br />Just the sheer tug of wanting to know what's outside the cave entrance- what is that little shiny thing winking and blinking, what is that strangely shaped object, what is that insect?<br /><br />Curiosity helps our little human race progress- but certainly at a cost.<br /><br />The idea of a room, or a case, or a box or even an entire museum dedicated to storing, squirreling, and collecting oddities is very appealing to me.<br /><br />They could be actual objects, or perhaps concepts or dreams or half finished thoughts? </div><div align="center"><br />If you each out side the cave, you could retrieve something incredibly vital.<br /><br />Or you could get eaten.<br /><br />That's pretty much the deal.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.strangescience.net/biopics/oleworm.jpg">www.strangescience.net/biopics/oleworm.jpg</a><br /><br /><a href="http://home.no.net/ekerilar/computus_runicus.htm">http://home.no.net/ekerilar/computus_runicus.htm</a><br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cabinet_of_curiosities">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cabinet_of_curiosities</a><br /><br />"In 1587 Gabriel Kaltemarckt advised Christian I of Saxony that three types of item were indispensable in forming a "Kunstkammer" or art collection: firstly sculptures and paintings; secondly "curious items from home or abroad"; and thirdly "antlers, horns, claws, feathers and other things belonging to strange and curious animals" "<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(www. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kunstkamera)</span><br /><br />The problem is- we're severing any opportunities for our children to engage in curiousity.<br /><br />Everything is named, packaged, pronounced.<br /><br />Anything that isn't, is declared to be of no value.<br /><br />There's an astrophysicist named Woody Sullivan, who declares we are sending up so much ambient light from our cities and airports and factories, that we can no longer see the stars our parents did.<br /><br />Light pollution.<br /><br />"Analogies of loss of wonder<br />The dismantling of Cabinets of Curiosities or their assimilation into curated museums was a result of the rise of scientific/logical thinking as the accepted way of describing the world. The sense of a loss of wonder as 'scientific' thinking became the dominant way of looking at the world is expressed in Keats' lines on Newton 'unweaving the rainbow'. This loss of wonder seems to be analogous with the sense of loss experienced by children as the use of rational thought and language displaces their intuitive relationship with the world, as in Wordsworth's child for whom 'there hath passed a glory away from the World'. "<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(</span><a href="http://www.curiosity.org.uk/whatisa.htm"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://www.curiosity.org.uk/whatisa.htm</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;">)</span><br /><br /><br /></div></div>PERILOUS VOYAGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01674329326337433560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001965566594385855.post-90470652757827940832007-07-03T22:53:00.000-07:002007-07-03T23:46:46.482-07:00synched up<div align="center">Magdalena Abakanowicz</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.abakanowicz.art.pl/about/-about.php">http://www.abakanowicz.art.pl/about/-about.php</a></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFdIqOYIgEHkQIIr8edEoCF3eC2my12FTNYMEsTB6R-8JrXiDT4mspVSdbtp0MiCbNse4860_MOJoQtZn67biXg1lV6sf1_GBVpet1ILK4xmI4F42FRTVFqZnXdYogiH9fyKVkOArVj_Wt/s1600-h/Magdalena+Abakanowicz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083225272591178290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFdIqOYIgEHkQIIr8edEoCF3eC2my12FTNYMEsTB6R-8JrXiDT4mspVSdbtp0MiCbNse4860_MOJoQtZn67biXg1lV6sf1_GBVpet1ILK4xmI4F42FRTVFqZnXdYogiH9fyKVkOArVj_Wt/s200/Magdalena+Abakanowicz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjke850YEmQwFph5Pxtf5dT8ZPt2zYqLowhyCQMBm2bC8XJWleod9MSRXDzQbB4lvGcWqZH_CTC3Mb0Ya8k5N0yef1Ke5PcUWxNgR9Z-o6e9UT2GG0Le8p5eAlFJZLYRcE9MDDu46p3L0s9/s1600-h/War-Games-Runa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083224971943467522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjke850YEmQwFph5Pxtf5dT8ZPt2zYqLowhyCQMBm2bC8XJWleod9MSRXDzQbB4lvGcWqZH_CTC3Mb0Ya8k5N0yef1Ke5PcUWxNgR9Z-o6e9UT2GG0Le8p5eAlFJZLYRcE9MDDu46p3L0s9/s200/War-Games-Runa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtPnUeQvKaq-Io8TPsr5RjqQ3FRJ0x28_JGaA2X7I5Nto1EqcGIc2KyYf9UVdQUFqwz_K85AOrihlCiwmPnDJpr_gKSYmi3mP1dEfAudj7hJGxlod6Wb1L10hBNUFwIH7XJ461lxD0itXj/s1600-h/War-Games-Zyk.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083224976238434834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtPnUeQvKaq-Io8TPsr5RjqQ3FRJ0x28_JGaA2X7I5Nto1EqcGIc2KyYf9UVdQUFqwz_K85AOrihlCiwmPnDJpr_gKSYmi3mP1dEfAudj7hJGxlod6Wb1L10hBNUFwIH7XJ461lxD0itXj/s200/War-Games-Zyk.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb4hhtJs0Toc5DgEEXLdC3HnGt6FUxxaBnhmd7bl3vp9TLqMNySUCLmvcsoqvCTQCqxLkIigQwyZJsMX1WzPwEVEqnzFVARk407tRYVNNwNFK93UXMBT9f4CtIjMDU7VwJDI8th3lk-C5d/s1600-h/Magdalena+Abakanowicz.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibfIt__jd7Ve9CnfraFBq2LqUCyyqxgRhwpOg6MsAkd81GfZO9HrX4kVz8csHPfWa60Y9xfpezLut4X4KXpupJyB7jDoYWLZaRVpbrcMAVjbXobBIJ9ahlLoN4Bl2dxJaCDoN-KKPTEiQw/s1600-h/Embriology-Venice1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083224709950462386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibfIt__jd7Ve9CnfraFBq2LqUCyyqxgRhwpOg6MsAkd81GfZO9HrX4kVz8csHPfWa60Y9xfpezLut4X4KXpupJyB7jDoYWLZaRVpbrcMAVjbXobBIJ9ahlLoN4Bl2dxJaCDoN-KKPTEiQw/s200/Embriology-Venice1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-S0-ozh4n2OQ_kFMYB82OnR7vsmczM-I9kDQDj_t2HF93IVpvHLfdeVme3BQ4VwDvLxwKotMvANWAzH-a9wHvFclzdqpcl01EUA3SdS1B2yqhTNMVF38QNaSb3dwll_K87nta-qOFIHcT/s1600-h/Embriology-Venice2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083224714245429698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-S0-ozh4n2OQ_kFMYB82OnR7vsmczM-I9kDQDj_t2HF93IVpvHLfdeVme3BQ4VwDvLxwKotMvANWAzH-a9wHvFclzdqpcl01EUA3SdS1B2yqhTNMVF38QNaSb3dwll_K87nta-qOFIHcT/s200/Embriology-Venice2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGweHe-8kN4GalNFsyVcLr7zHnJciiLqLnyZ8gB1Bj-BwYdo57kvxm6FKlUmqzSFJA-8SEfXL5-47_G67XjbRotheQMrU08UQ4yFYpzt8KNQhCevazqSeULdTs8bJCFxgJVuGLS9Y4LkDH/s1600-h/HurmawParyzu.jpg"></a><br />I have two friends who confide in me about synchronism. Certain times in their lives when a found object, a card, a key might fall in their path, sometimes unlocking a series of events- sometimes but not always good. There's a high about it- a shallow breathing:</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">"is this it?" </div><br /><div align="center">"have I hit the jackpot?" </div><br /><div align="center">"will the angels show up in the next five minutes?"</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Some people pick up the two of spades in the gutter and then disappear for several years.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Some people read the note written on a napkin left on a table, and then meet the one they love.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">"Remember the cafe? And the note on the napkin? We looked at each other and knew..."</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">"Remember the card? How you abandoned me ? </div><br /><div align="center">It was as if you had been plucked from my heart.."<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix3IjkP-3E7HiNe_AX05ubf1lAas4rrqYADU9HCKy3J45M5--wExnDgMpTWU44D07bbj1qOFGdGM47cCPV1uavq5ovy_UU7y_Wi6pPbP4YxB4hK49xKZ0pnB7n-Q8FjB1cWhR2vYHZhMiX/s1600-h/coexistance_siedzacy.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div>PERILOUS VOYAGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01674329326337433560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001965566594385855.post-12602826097806800132007-06-25T11:14:00.000-07:002007-06-29T17:03:16.919-07:00love and fear<p align="center"><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCphyPOmLHZhV7SjdOBI3iLXMDeKG8hW-8sUjoWJYHRioCrbjyipLi_SaMjkwsJfIRB-XLAIKesS3ZsDxo8aNNajpsMKgc_ZhWT9JrFcPrtA8cE_4fGqNwTVh5M_vBtdBPlsUE9O-QBwhG/s1600-h/21-hana.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080076535415933378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCphyPOmLHZhV7SjdOBI3iLXMDeKG8hW-8sUjoWJYHRioCrbjyipLi_SaMjkwsJfIRB-XLAIKesS3ZsDxo8aNNajpsMKgc_ZhWT9JrFcPrtA8cE_4fGqNwTVh5M_vBtdBPlsUE9O-QBwhG/s200/21-hana.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">Some people tattoo messages on their bodies that they feel must be indelible to be remembered</div><div align="center">Mine would surely be:<br /></div><div align="center">"The hardest part of love is fear.<br />Have courage, dear heart!"</div><p></p><div align="center">This is the amygdala twisting itself into a barrier.<br /></div><div align="center">You must survive before you can attach.<br /></div><div align="center">And what if you fear what you are supposed to attach to?<br /></div><div align="center">In that vein- here are a few photographs that Saiga Yuji took on </div><div align="center">Gunkanjima when the island was alive and vital. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So we can remember that the basis of abandonment is not always fear. </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><a class="external text" title="http://www.ne.jp/asahi/saiga/yuji/" href="http://www.ne.jp/asahi/saiga/yuji/" rel="nofollow">Photographer SAIGA yuji's Gunkanjima Photos and Info</a><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gunkanjima">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gunkanjima</a><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.videosift.com/video/Abandoned-Japanese-Island">http://www.videosift.com/video/Abandoned-Japanese-Island</a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080076526825998722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9WDG7yHKjzVHjTUB9uLdZxvlJ7nY4S1H0MqQ_FskIL18YZbgV90smNmqDOVGnC4FE-PwvxnuDzqm-ZS2TQspOnEFDb7uICJvkLSlWp_2Kb6hK7g2tOKxwaVEu1jAKJNJoMb6rMDweEx8a/s200/03-uchida.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080076531120966034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieXPjk6456tT-84ZwoMUTvP_guxoyxQTPpLIvkK2TufROTO4g3x_6KPvgjGT1N7OP6_mvWXcyzBQi0kcZ37XsF9R25YdcJnoxaXhoDOUj1gCuyS0BiqtMsjQHZ8t3okCvrB9Pv24QOXDOy/s200/9-f.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080076531120966050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdATEMgjH-9nxGJv0ExreFBqXlPG6pn7jEm6cdOnlPLXKUtab9ESRyWadMRdydeP0D-Jn_GVfqVuGODGXlmt3rk0zt2gMda5YwB4UhLU8c01UmkrVJ2oUgwl-OmQRpKB-CjPITONNJgV7F/s200/05-no2tate.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080076535415933362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEpM4ZwoZ2VCRKhu4Uw6-JQmDymqDeS5d3HiLTPAW661wPzivarqICaMh0OkKuiskt0YX_grM3yP4GsDnUiX4MHepIcOLrJAhdvk8I9npYsepQEjh-TUSxJCp7ltFGupKfXISsrauOm5qf/s200/12-kodomo.jpg" border="0" />PERILOUS VOYAGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01674329326337433560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001965566594385855.post-25824010010510048472007-06-24T20:34:00.000-07:002008-07-12T22:17:03.754-07:00perdido street station and gunkanjima<div align="center">Seven years ago, in Stockholm, I went to an art gallery. </div><div align="center">A video was playing- a silent black and white documentary piece about an</div><div align="center">abandoned man- made city off the coast of Japan. The beauty in the abandonment</div><div align="center">and decay was palpable. I've been trying to find out more about the city ever since- but had no name, no information at all.Yesterday, dawdling through websites and google earth, with no particular place to go, I typed in "abandoned city" into the search box.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">And my city of decay rises up.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">The site belongs to the photographer Saiga Yuji. </div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.ne.jp/asahi/saiga/yuji/index.html">http://www.ne.jp/asahi/saiga/yuji/index.html</a></div><div align="center">He is really the first to document this extraordinary place and its transformation. </div><div align="center">Gunkanjima was an island created for industry (coal) as well as housing its workers and thier families. There were temples and schools. Children rode their bicycles in industrial </div><div align="center">back streets and played with dolls on the stairs of the workers housing. And then in 1973, it was closed down. Saiga Yugi was there when it happened, and he stayed until it was over. </div><div align="center">Since then he has spent countless hours on the island. At night it is very strange. </div><div align="center">Here are a few of his remarkable photographs.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Remember- this city was vital and living and real. People lived and quarreled and suffered and read books and stole things and dreamed and cooked and prayed and made love.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXBJEgvkTFMy6eWmaplFx7STuEwJg0FePbakgiOYUJi-WxOdbrsdqu6FtH7HAOZDUlc14-bq3epZhnjMc8TVkNtmPImc52x9R-jZfKr3qgdQE9VMv439WS9ADtuiopz5NVwJStQMxSjJ7y/s1600-h/96-f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079845685218740594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXBJEgvkTFMy6eWmaplFx7STuEwJg0FePbakgiOYUJi-WxOdbrsdqu6FtH7HAOZDUlc14-bq3epZhnjMc8TVkNtmPImc52x9R-jZfKr3qgdQE9VMv439WS9ADtuiopz5NVwJStQMxSjJ7y/s200/96-f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiaM79xBBU21zvojoBnN7E2cpRyVnSVaSkapGsUzQ2WhZp2btrIgTIYuUPGRJD0FF94mphaWPqbRkKyiVQ-HouTsAb9VVEm1OWNjAvgeufBml3xoiOo8_ngVxGpOGFnssrzp_y4gZUkkt_/s1600-h/71-f+2.jpg"></a><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimPT18JTWQgWdnbiFNjowc10r4GW3p7n95NPsWZ5zjuxPUndUb2iEhbvAb97NGcAEQnLOhmi7lnH2rs6X8OnXbYTVilPhPAuLRd0embu--u6fwP46VQUWfTIeUsvMxWiPbS5RTv9zX3pGe/s1600-h/70-f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079844607181949202" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSPEmrSQLJepiiKJkLa4OySTaIvx4ImUPwPFPT5rYZ2nYOnc_gf8rcOkG85vAc0sedm9Pl7WlXy1oLOOm_r6wIw9_vmaZ9D7ienREpUPlGCjJhBlUF-JxLhHvBt4UCzpkLbb4yU2FzlCbI/s200/sakito-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgmNTu1tdN1it1Wmf1lVcHqFj-yoC8_xfxJH-CFdwBm98rlY387Px4ba81U7gxSVwnMkUrMYBpNYt6F8uTExttQDBAYmYjFhl5eapi1UvVeAYQl56PRoBqsoZzKnX7hsl9EV1eePQCGldP/s1600-h/73-f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079844293649336546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgmNTu1tdN1it1Wmf1lVcHqFj-yoC8_xfxJH-CFdwBm98rlY387Px4ba81U7gxSVwnMkUrMYBpNYt6F8uTExttQDBAYmYjFhl5eapi1UvVeAYQl56PRoBqsoZzKnX7hsl9EV1eePQCGldP/s200/73-f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwXBdC7npJ-CrQjVWwFwpsiXPvm0N594VtZeGBdGDNkuvka25SbaLZDJA_LHMBUSpHB4gK5G51Iu0_IeDThLZyNr5cAWTvM6cw0Cq1z0c3PxazR4Qim8gAPRmvi1ywM2ccHQ37CiQ9bUko/s1600-h/71-f+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079844293649336562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwXBdC7npJ-CrQjVWwFwpsiXPvm0N594VtZeGBdGDNkuvka25SbaLZDJA_LHMBUSpHB4gK5G51Iu0_IeDThLZyNr5cAWTvM6cw0Cq1z0c3PxazR4Qim8gAPRmvi1ywM2ccHQ37CiQ9bUko/s200/71-f+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />China Mieville is one of my favorite authors.</div><div align="center"><br /><a title="King Rat (1998 novel)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/King_Rat_(1998_novel)">King Rat</a> (1998)<br /><a title="Perdido Street Station" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perdido_Street_Station">Perdido Street Station</a> (2000)<br /><a title="The Scar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Scar">The Scar</a> (2002)<br /><a title="Looking for Jake" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Looking_for_Jake">The Tain</a> (novella, 2002)<br /><a title="Iron Council" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iron_Council">Iron Council</a> (2004)<br /><a title="Un Lun Dun" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Un_Lun_Dun">Un Lun Dun</a> (February 2007) </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">The island of Gunkanjima exists quite comfortably (or uncomfortably) in Mieveille's world.<br /></div><div align="center"><div><div><div><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>PERILOUS VOYAGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01674329326337433560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001965566594385855.post-57367876984965266692007-06-21T23:42:00.000-07:002008-07-12T22:16:14.109-07:00resentment is drinking a cup of poison and hoping your enemy will die<div align="center">Sue Lloyd</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.fineart.utoronto.ca/mvs/faculty/lloydCV.html">http://www.fineart.utoronto.ca/mvs/faculty/lloydCV.html</a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIW-RkqdzNRQNVU55KJOQXDQyPdG4NnPMLLtS8mI9c2akGXxK1gVteaSc18CA7G9HH_qF9-SscEpV9WLPv6UPX0iqdxrUYt2FBvIQZATC5Q7ApmqfLY2-FM_N4tJjd73wjKrTvSb3AyPWO/s1600-h/sue+lloyd.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078780396085514034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIW-RkqdzNRQNVU55KJOQXDQyPdG4NnPMLLtS8mI9c2akGXxK1gVteaSc18CA7G9HH_qF9-SscEpV9WLPv6UPX0iqdxrUYt2FBvIQZATC5Q7ApmqfLY2-FM_N4tJjd73wjKrTvSb3AyPWO/s400/sue+lloyd.jpg" border="0" /></a> In her recent series photographer Sue Lloyd has captured the eerie sense </div><div align="center">of being in danger, with no one around aware of your situation.</div><div align="center">_______________________<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I am angry tonight. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">But if you are angry, you are feeling something.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Anger is deceptive.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">There's a highway that it rides, through the amygdala, that primitive machine in your brain.<br /><br />Somewhere else in the brain, that is supposed to be tamed, taken in, analyzed, understood.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Supposed to.</div><br /><div align="center">Not many of us can get past </div><div align="center">the initial surge-</div><div align="center">the corporeal bonds- </div><div align="center">the steel trap door-</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">WHY are we angry.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Are we lonely?</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Abandoned?</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Singled out?</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Left out?</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">"Anger is repressed creativity."</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I appreciate that perspective.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">It works pretty well for me.</div><div align="center"> </div>PERILOUS VOYAGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01674329326337433560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001965566594385855.post-8129252347135967442007-06-21T17:54:00.001-07:002007-06-21T23:42:21.297-07:00the transformation of waste<div align="center">Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.artphotogallery.org/02/artphotogallery/photographers/parkeharrison_01.html">http://www.artphotogallery.org/02/artphotogallery/photographers/parkeharrison_01.html</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.orbit.zkm.de/?q=node/226">http://www.orbit.zkm.de/?q=node/226</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.parkeharrison.com/">http://www.parkeharrison.com/</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.edelmangallery.com/parke.htm">http://www.edelmangallery.com/parke.htm</a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Perhaps these characters would be at home in Emmet Gowin's industrial landscapes?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">They surely are living in the wasteland. And it appears they are gathering material towards their transformations.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7pO30vS5vz6p4Gmg7o9gei48lc4NhMSz7isN4od_3WXoxx4VDSMuVtO441EAIONTsqx5d0dxWYQp4WqknTnuM0CcIZ_BQD_wdrak8obfjDgND7UE2J_i4CRG_WHwQ6dK-fhsGbRUmVGUZ/s1600-h/parkeharrison_22.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078689407203348178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7pO30vS5vz6p4Gmg7o9gei48lc4NhMSz7isN4od_3WXoxx4VDSMuVtO441EAIONTsqx5d0dxWYQp4WqknTnuM0CcIZ_BQD_wdrak8obfjDgND7UE2J_i4CRG_WHwQ6dK-fhsGbRUmVGUZ/s320/parkeharrison_22.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj39-g0EOhVY57JaLniDeqxlLOWhoP9KRsnCv_MNifenuoVSdelb-UqUyQo53vGGByYr4f2RaurCikk6hIwA7dWaUB7lTQ3iwkpLKNvqwJdN1eylrnX-jQ7kj5t4nB2XRp82OAP_HZLy1ZJ/s1600-h/parkeharrison_17.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078689411498315490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj39-g0EOhVY57JaLniDeqxlLOWhoP9KRsnCv_MNifenuoVSdelb-UqUyQo53vGGByYr4f2RaurCikk6hIwA7dWaUB7lTQ3iwkpLKNvqwJdN1eylrnX-jQ7kj5t4nB2XRp82OAP_HZLy1ZJ/s320/parkeharrison_17.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxPrllJtjhi8-2xCS9AiofpBrd8JkNyx5yvGhszZOQtPwIJVMQWCREV8JhHDp2jzZGDALZ17HuBLc8j8lTsP-hAgt8XB7yaTwwdqqp0dVJaULL-JJNo16wLDpFs7RhpR9c1UibLMeONSns/s1600-h/EarthCoatsm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078689411498315506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxPrllJtjhi8-2xCS9AiofpBrd8JkNyx5yvGhszZOQtPwIJVMQWCREV8JhHDp2jzZGDALZ17HuBLc8j8lTsP-hAgt8XB7yaTwwdqqp0dVJaULL-JJNo16wLDpFs7RhpR9c1UibLMeONSns/s320/EarthCoatsm.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBdySL9mEP7Q8L1RB0nfXc9YX7e_kPMYM0BEAvkM8hRS8ikIgZE1o-t5APXHfjGkq-wZ2c-dRRb3tTkbOSndgD0CcpQ_GfzjnTv2f5cSnOvWsrDRg0fa_iWA8SDP_u1GpM-xCf14kQzEMb/s1600-h/parkeharrison_07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078689411498315522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBdySL9mEP7Q8L1RB0nfXc9YX7e_kPMYM0BEAvkM8hRS8ikIgZE1o-t5APXHfjGkq-wZ2c-dRRb3tTkbOSndgD0CcpQ_GfzjnTv2f5cSnOvWsrDRg0fa_iWA8SDP_u1GpM-xCf14kQzEMb/s320/parkeharrison_07.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">No artists could better present the visceral pain of the alienation and isolation.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Occasionally that state of mind has moments of beauty, of clarity.</div><br /><div align="center">If we are artists or writers or people who live in our imagination, we try to </div><br /><div align="center">duplicate those high sensation moments in ways that are very harmful to us.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Be forwarned: any act that selfharms or destroys you, </div><br /><div align="center">is only the dark disease muttering in your ear. </div><br /><div align="center">You will get through. It is only your mind that is tricking you. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">There are others of us who who are in the life you are in.</div><br /><div align="center">You are not alone.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Get up.</div><br /><div align="center">Get out of bed.</div><br /><div align="center">Drink some water. </div><br /><div align="center">Open the window.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div>PERILOUS VOYAGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01674329326337433560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001965566594385855.post-57264226833947616292007-06-20T15:59:00.000-07:002007-06-20T16:22:52.856-07:00making it through the wasteland<div align="center">Emmet Gowin</div><div align="center">ariel photography</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.eastman.org/">http://www.eastman.org/</a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Emmett Gowin is in transition. </div><div align="center">I envy his chances to be above the wasteland, the refineries, the junk iron and pig metal. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">We need to get distance between us and the thing that makes us suffer. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">So we can see it, for the smaller thing it is.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdrWxTRGWmn1OcmBMJTYnLtFcYVJOkCSd1-6Z_zo5abmBVuYbVvJM7z-KxtT8bGzTsw_IjD0yaARrUo2FuqAdyx6WM59OjkQ1GNYpffEiSoEoLrruBxg9ZECsGj8t17rYIMcXunfEAXmXP/s1600-h/earth.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078285968040332914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdrWxTRGWmn1OcmBMJTYnLtFcYVJOkCSd1-6Z_zo5abmBVuYbVvJM7z-KxtT8bGzTsw_IjD0yaARrUo2FuqAdyx6WM59OjkQ1GNYpffEiSoEoLrruBxg9ZECsGj8t17rYIMcXunfEAXmXP/s200/earth.jpg" border="0" /></a> We cannot make gold until we have gone through the wasteland.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVf-XWZGq0lw5pWX_yB09ZfyAYwSEeh7nuyOMnQBRBx1CPgdkO9CtfIS0FP2Owsd2kb2Gax6qnmeutbNqQBCxIQPO967VclWs4vQekqtH0_Dyw_8GxzzQ6z01uF8pEyHqt8l8OXvild7ms/s1600-h/emmet-gowin-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078285968040332930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVf-XWZGq0lw5pWX_yB09ZfyAYwSEeh7nuyOMnQBRBx1CPgdkO9CtfIS0FP2Owsd2kb2Gax6qnmeutbNqQBCxIQPO967VclWs4vQekqtH0_Dyw_8GxzzQ6z01uF8pEyHqt8l8OXvild7ms/s200/emmet-gowin-1.jpg" border="0" /></a> The secret is- we MAKE the gold from the things we find in the wasteland.</p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb5hcIwHR_Po-h-mdr5UUDFlw4KuLuzTebz0ttUrvoh_cLDhN_ealmoOPle-6bVzTmuONeJ8vAUgO7EMxfHs9NX_feIPlXLWnuB3BELIZ07s0HFtgLs1SR46baiixilPskshWukWreDpBH/s1600-h/Gowin+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078285972335300242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb5hcIwHR_Po-h-mdr5UUDFlw4KuLuzTebz0ttUrvoh_cLDhN_ealmoOPle-6bVzTmuONeJ8vAUgO7EMxfHs9NX_feIPlXLWnuB3BELIZ07s0HFtgLs1SR46baiixilPskshWukWreDpBH/s200/Gowin+3.jpg" border="0" /></a> If in the web of depression- today look down and bring home one found thing</p><p align="center">- a nail, a coin, a piece of paper with some writing on it.<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghji3SBxCv-X0dzG6B7XsotgHbLBSkZyNLN7xQQpc7ZgsvipqzX77HZ4Hcf0kXkykMuQ69ySPdeKU3B_ZBdBcegjWlHB2cGXa9ZoFEug9ZmVCcoHlQ-wDS38lxI7fwHkJ3KD7unTgtds9_/s1600-h/pivot.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078285972335300258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghji3SBxCv-X0dzG6B7XsotgHbLBSkZyNLN7xQQpc7ZgsvipqzX77HZ4Hcf0kXkykMuQ69ySPdeKU3B_ZBdBcegjWlHB2cGXa9ZoFEug9ZmVCcoHlQ-wDS38lxI7fwHkJ3KD7unTgtds9_/s200/pivot.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Begin to assemble the things you will need to make gold.</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjoKOxxocgoyquLyN4YM1UJ2atqdFYrL4uGZG3ZipNkBr2cvBlsNQRpx2s-FJ5f_Jzp0WQnjvfwfC1r-pySLL6iXsyxpnHyDJ4IOLTx2XXx5bQ6qjdyqfBhLCy-cUX6k1JxUkktITL18y0/s1600-h/CFeature_EmmetGowenGolfConstructionArizona.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078285972335300274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjoKOxxocgoyquLyN4YM1UJ2atqdFYrL4uGZG3ZipNkBr2cvBlsNQRpx2s-FJ5f_Jzp0WQnjvfwfC1r-pySLL6iXsyxpnHyDJ4IOLTx2XXx5bQ6qjdyqfBhLCy-cUX6k1JxUkktITL18y0/s200/CFeature_EmmetGowenGolfConstructionArizona.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Do not dispair, do not give up.<br /><br /></p>PERILOUS VOYAGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01674329326337433560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001965566594385855.post-14363166497537499522007-06-20T01:58:00.000-07:002008-07-12T15:43:53.869-07:00the terrible beauty of odd nerdrum<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQtIiZcGvsKTd5fruQJeMnpaA0cS9ktToiqocGZLz9isT0ousxZq8g5wbzbJt33ofyZze9htBIA9IOBZZsSBLEXOjYYd8srBS-nB4tfSRU2AL9GHCrESlQZwr4tCvrXlbfaznZXTDy-ARA/s1600-h/spring_selfportrait.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078069398609399362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQtIiZcGvsKTd5fruQJeMnpaA0cS9ktToiqocGZLz9isT0ousxZq8g5wbzbJt33ofyZze9htBIA9IOBZZsSBLEXOjYYd8srBS-nB4tfSRU2AL9GHCrESlQZwr4tCvrXlbfaznZXTDy-ARA/s200/spring_selfportrait.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">Odd Nerdrum</div><div align="center">cantankerous, brilliant, tempestuous, controversial<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdf5bflOK2ThGDQpAbX4hXC5b0fsYX_EP1z9COUSjZP30pegg85PZ-nA-HqPZCBj3cqY-q_GgrS6FBDvQRIlb9O6jw7sgkAb9mo3Cd8h-3ZrYii5WPO-1v7zSKpDBu_XX8V6HY3gUeWzh4/s1600-h/brick.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078069398609399378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdf5bflOK2ThGDQpAbX4hXC5b0fsYX_EP1z9COUSjZP30pegg85PZ-nA-HqPZCBj3cqY-q_GgrS6FBDvQRIlb9O6jw7sgkAb9mo3Cd8h-3ZrYii5WPO-1v7zSKpDBu_XX8V6HY3gUeWzh4/s200/brick.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiijwL0AnpOfTaX5LMH2SB0Zr8m1WFeuHKVhlnLuLOB5jdshVEgHv_lOvX7I5NfMTf77tl2bdgvw0oeTN0wNLbt_pA8AVQ44n246b7Yx0mOLRwWO2BXuARULNvs4x3ifgGR1X5X7JfCg8H0/s1600-h/selfportrait_in_golden.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078069398609399394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiijwL0AnpOfTaX5LMH2SB0Zr8m1WFeuHKVhlnLuLOB5jdshVEgHv_lOvX7I5NfMTf77tl2bdgvw0oeTN0wNLbt_pA8AVQ44n246b7Yx0mOLRwWO2BXuARULNvs4x3ifgGR1X5X7JfCg8H0/s200/selfportrait_in_golden.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOoXNu0Ssc0sHR9Kn5Xnj0paHeVdj-Q1bsmlOsMVCUfqfWZAzAMbIhePDUJ25I8c0yD33QejSSi6cmjZ_5SuACYPtS590nMfSwfnqUJi6m57qigWO6Xz7otC8aa8Kizn1RTdXmxYHa3IZ2/s1600-h/selfportrait_as_prophet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078068973407636978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOoXNu0Ssc0sHR9Kn5Xnj0paHeVdj-Q1bsmlOsMVCUfqfWZAzAMbIhePDUJ25I8c0yD33QejSSi6cmjZ_5SuACYPtS590nMfSwfnqUJi6m57qigWO6Xz7otC8aa8Kizn1RTdXmxYHa3IZ2/s200/selfportrait_as_prophet.jpg" border="0" /></a> paints like the bastard son of an old master<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhivPuwJVmP_vfrp7-3x7FbNZ6M4Mj2dA5HUQNz6oEqdViSOCjr6wbpdGAcamKqltjNBHPHfBmRkFGO_qR2zPaQiRCyIxv-68IYVjc3qSoXneUlfABguU6eq1bRDKtyu6LYOP12Fz7aF9ys/s1600-h/black_cloud.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078068977702604290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhivPuwJVmP_vfrp7-3x7FbNZ6M4Mj2dA5HUQNz6oEqdViSOCjr6wbpdGAcamKqltjNBHPHfBmRkFGO_qR2zPaQiRCyIxv-68IYVjc3qSoXneUlfABguU6eq1bRDKtyu6LYOP12Fz7aF9ys/s200/black_cloud.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieSNgz0rzOokuNfzRL3BJGc4AnZStgmTcYoO5jQITLZcJJBcOKKYW7clk5im8jQ2D5QH9js46ujG5CmFXPBOFGDDDwA-sSEVhKQ_BVzTOz2R2BqSLWpK6sAHnuCjisqxi6geuckTaypm0r/s1600-h/cloud.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078068981997571602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieSNgz0rzOokuNfzRL3BJGc4AnZStgmTcYoO5jQITLZcJJBcOKKYW7clk5im8jQ2D5QH9js46ujG5CmFXPBOFGDDDwA-sSEVhKQ_BVzTOz2R2BqSLWpK6sAHnuCjisqxi6geuckTaypm0r/s200/cloud.jpg" border="0" /></a> what is in his head we will never know and he could care less about enlightening us<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7CqWJxB6HGXQmhSGb7UM9UlULKXoQlJxOes8rxYGIwBqKeFDf-iWCh4Egry9ATVDCRASBnXnQOgEMo_lEoWXB0zfF_l9TBvuZRtXjhnSi5YPXVXBmxg6hq1dqx1gzWR25sVV6ufrZy_oO/s1600-h/three_men.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078068981997571618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7CqWJxB6HGXQmhSGb7UM9UlULKXoQlJxOes8rxYGIwBqKeFDf-iWCh4Egry9ATVDCRASBnXnQOgEMo_lEoWXB0zfF_l9TBvuZRtXjhnSi5YPXVXBmxg6hq1dqx1gzWR25sVV6ufrZy_oO/s200/three_men.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZNblpHsRJnCet6poZ47D58WjWBeTIGf6Nw709ctaTcBHyI_cif5BC7h5t_24RRyzAv27Jr8KqXQJdaCqDDA9uQHfaMJahxZ53tj56pL1r9W8LODGinHhPzAIdfat3rV_EzXfh5Lyh6Xie/s1600-h/two_men_guiding.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078068986292538930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZNblpHsRJnCet6poZ47D58WjWBeTIGf6Nw709ctaTcBHyI_cif5BC7h5t_24RRyzAv27Jr8KqXQJdaCqDDA9uQHfaMJahxZ53tj56pL1r9W8LODGinHhPzAIdfat3rV_EzXfh5Lyh6Xie/s200/two_men_guiding.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.nerdrum.com/">http://www.nerdrum.com/</a></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div></div>PERILOUS VOYAGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01674329326337433560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001965566594385855.post-70933556983545644652007-06-19T21:05:00.000-07:002007-06-19T21:09:53.828-07:00ten thousand dreams interpretedGustavus Hindman Miller · 1901<br /><a href="http://nickm.com/dreams/index.html">http://nickm.com/dreams/index.html</a><br />A beautiful publications design project out of University of Baltimore.<br />There is hope for the ghost of old letter set presswork!PERILOUS VOYAGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01674329326337433560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001965566594385855.post-56069282805026708092007-06-19T20:16:00.000-07:002007-06-19T21:11:37.478-07:00mima mounds<div align="center"><br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077985693991767506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOV61vkfXUdJnETnCaNwdCqy6R4CWnwTYz8dF3SJcW4xKQgZasbiS6j72lomTw7B9qB82hTHe4W40mviWF3sPTv9lAa_8s8IJwrJDJpo5Sv5OElPCIz2tO6DpBAOA1cqHLGhz8lPKXHfC3/s400/images+1.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEideaAuctXD_9aB3I8AjzFz97FMPoMyVn7FzCg-8sQ9s1RA_33Na6SzRUNnQHY_B5mKHb6QjCPlIteWSp0QSZiM3pUcmIp7kGRNEJ-w8h623E0Hr1z2k71fDx5vv0TG3K-hTfgBP4cNg1Zg/s1600-h/images.jpg"></a> These are the Mima Mounds, a strange natural formation that has had many phenomenological explanations attributed to them. They exist in places all over the United States. What ever the reasons, I can tell you that when I drove down to see them for myself, I had no radio access in the area around the mounds. Couldn't tune in any stations. In life (called Real Life I suppose), we know what it's like when the radio frequencies don't tune in. Everyone else seems to be smiling and nodding to a broadcast that seems important, but we can't hear it.</p><p><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZanJtmnnJLIIpUCBQczMkmConMgBUKIxRgFP5pgv46MjvKXhASFFB8yyskveyv_1DS6SRgXN9vs8H9ezkpSwMdU3pCFmduGX7cDhTbKo-xy68gJog4rXDfzPNOvOcbtOkVaRNI7YPu1Au/s1600-h/Mima+Mounds+Washington.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077980372527287746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZanJtmnnJLIIpUCBQczMkmConMgBUKIxRgFP5pgv46MjvKXhASFFB8yyskveyv_1DS6SRgXN9vs8H9ezkpSwMdU3pCFmduGX7cDhTbKo-xy68gJog4rXDfzPNOvOcbtOkVaRNI7YPu1Au/s400/Mima+Mounds+Washington.png" border="0" /></a> Fronting</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">We fake it. And we do a very good job.<br /></div>PERILOUS VOYAGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01674329326337433560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001965566594385855.post-87667420521858960172007-06-19T15:53:00.000-07:002007-06-19T16:04:13.375-07:00making it out of dark timesWhen people say- the light is at the end of the tunnel- the ones who are not in the darkness have little idea of what they are saying. Sometimes the transition is so terribly painful.<br />The things that others see as small obstacles are ideas and words that are screaming inside the mind. Those voices, whether real or imagined, whether a small bout in the mania or the depression, are all we hear.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaVZl-rrS0_6m0EN_CrqZrRia90E4xakxT9SuRYygwtMAL_wbS4bTkGtlHtXopbQXW8BupAa2U2185-o-SIdn2OyG_bXP7FngYs4Am9kMESDi1avN9TPdftdyYskdlFJ68iLubqeQIm2A5/s1600-h/joan+of+arc.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077912726792375730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaVZl-rrS0_6m0EN_CrqZrRia90E4xakxT9SuRYygwtMAL_wbS4bTkGtlHtXopbQXW8BupAa2U2185-o-SIdn2OyG_bXP7FngYs4Am9kMESDi1avN9TPdftdyYskdlFJ68iLubqeQIm2A5/s400/joan+of+arc.jpg" border="0" /></a> Joan of Arc <br /><br />Now the flames they followed joan of arc<br />As she came riding through the dark;<br />No moon to keep her armour bright,<br />No man to get her through this very smoky night.<br />She said, Im tired of the war,I want the kind of work I had before,<br />A wedding dress or something white<br />To wear upon my swollen appetite.<br />Well, Im glad to hear you talk this way,<br />You know Ive watched you riding every day<br />And something in me yearns to win<br />Such a cold and lonesome heroine.<br />And who are you? she sternly spoke<br />To the one beneath the smoke.<br />Why, Im fire, he replied,<br />And I love your solitude,<br />I love your pride.<br />Then fire, make your body cold,<br />Im going to give you mine to hold,<br />Saying this she climbed inside<br />To be his one, to be his only bride.<br />And deep into his fiery heart<br />He took the dust of joan of arc,<br />And high above the wedding guests<br />He hung the ashes of her wedding dress.<br />It was deep into his fiery heart<br />He took the dust of joan of arc,<br />And then she clearly understood<br />If he was fire, oh then she must be wood.<br />I saw her wince, I saw her cry,<br />I saw the glory in her eye.<br />Myself I long for love and light,<br />But must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?<br /><br />(Leonard Cohen)PERILOUS VOYAGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01674329326337433560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6001965566594385855.post-37261378535524420582007-06-19T15:43:00.000-07:002007-06-19T21:12:10.372-07:00emily's awake againDid you know that Emily Dickinson has her own MySpace page?<br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/emilydickinson">http://www.myspace.com/emilydickinson</a>PERILOUS VOYAGEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01674329326337433560noreply@blogger.com0