skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Icarus @ 59 # 343
Autumn is begging winter to take over, the witches, wolves, vampires and ghouls of halloween are howling for attention as they start to fade into the holly and ivy, the mistletoe and baubles, the twinkling lights of Christmas and with it the promise of happiness that always remains temporal and no room at the inn, and we, all of us, get a chance to say whether we have been good or not, to stand on the cusp of both sides, to look at the "other" in our lives. Baudrillard
says the other is never given to us by ourselves but exists only thanks
to the fatal declamation of others - which means we are mostly encouraged by
others to be "other". I like that thought. It means I have a reduced
responsibility for myself and when my ghostly, ghoulish and half devil personality appears, while facing the season of good will, it is the fault of someone other than myself. Indeed, those who encourage me to be this other should question their own
motivation! I am currently researching a new piece on "otherness" entitled Dangerous Graces, and what they might be. The Three Graces in Greek mythology are the goddesses of joy, charm, and beauty and at the moment I have three parts to the story which seem to make sense - but oh, time is such a problem for all of it. I was listening to Radio Four yesterday and there was a great interview with David Hockney who says he does little but work these days. He is too deaf to enjoy parties and socialising and so apart from working in his studio he totters down to the dentist and the cannabis store. And then as I listened to him speak, I remembered the time he gave me this picture (above), which I adore - yes he did give it to me, he posted it online for a limited period and said anyone who downloaded in the time allocated could have it - so I did just that. I think he painted it on an iPad using his fingers, it has such vibrant colour and texture but look at the vase, how does he do that? I think I will spend the Christmas break in my studio, working, only tottering down to the cannabis shop for respite and recreation. But double oh, Jimmy Ruffin died yesterday, now this is a song from my younger days, I was ten and this was a voice of real soul, and the key change into the chorus, wow, who did that stuff, 'happiness is just an illusion... what becomes of the broken hearted,' oh, I can barely type this listening to it, I did right to chose a blue picture for today's post...
Autumn is begging winter to take over, the witches, wolves, vampires and ghouls of halloween are howling for attention as they start to fade into the holly and ivy, the mistletoe and baubles, the twinkling lights of Christmas and with it the promise of happiness that always remains temporal and no room at the inn, and we, all of us, get a chance to say whether we have been good or not, to stand on the cusp of both sides, to look at the "other" in our lives. Baudrillard
says the other is never given to us by ourselves but exists only thanks
to the fatal declamation of others - which means we are mostly encouraged by
others to be "other". I like that thought. It means I have a reduced
responsibility for myself and when my ghostly, ghoulish and half devil personality appears, while facing the season of good will, it is the fault of someone other than myself. Indeed, those who encourage me to be this other should question their own
motivation! I am currently researching a new piece on "otherness" entitled Dangerous Graces, and what they might be. The Three Graces in Greek mythology are the goddesses of joy, charm, and beauty and at the moment I have three parts to the story which seem to make sense - but oh, time is such a problem for all of it. I was listening to Radio Four yesterday and there was a great interview with David Hockney who says he does little but work these days. He is too deaf to enjoy parties and socialising and so apart from working in his studio he totters down to the dentist and the cannabis store. And then as I listened to him speak, I remembered the time he gave me this picture (above), which I adore - yes he did give it to me, he posted it online for a limited period and said anyone who downloaded in the time allocated could have it - so I did just that. I think he painted it on an iPad using his fingers, it has such vibrant colour and texture but look at the vase, how does he do that? I think I will spend the Christmas break in my studio, working, only tottering down to the cannabis shop for respite and recreation. But double oh, Jimmy Ruffin died yesterday, now this is a song from my younger days, I was ten and this was a voice of real soul, and the key change into the chorus, wow, who did that stuff, 'happiness is just an illusion... what becomes of the broken hearted,' oh, I can barely type this listening to it, I did right to chose a blue picture for today's post...
