language
Thinking about how I don’t trust language. And yet I do.
but
A scrap of a poem pasted on a wall in my neighborhood. Some of the paper was torn off, some looked like it had embedded itself into the wall. Very unusual. This was the...
black flowers
Thinking about this all day. The title is Black Flowers, even though the flowers are white, or rather “luminous.”
conversing about immensity
Through the poet’s window the house converses about immensity with the world. Bachelard (POS 69) When a dreamer can reconstruct the world from an object that he transforms magically through his care of it,...
destructive technique
One more image made from the Artman poster. Once the content is almost gone, there’s little point to working on it any longer. This has sort of a Japanese feeling to me. But also...
monoskop
monoskop log
souvenirs
Still playing around with this poster. I like the letter forms.