how to...work off a notebook redunant with potential blog subjects, and with ideas for other dubious art projects.
i return from last week's family outing to my own computer and to my jammed records.
usually i'm inextricably linked with my little portfolio: i would leave the house without my purse, but not without my categorized gallimaufry, divided in thematic sections: from philosophical thoughts to every day's life issues, from current emotions to lists with unplayed songs and possible picture subjects, to interesting urls and overheard quotes. pretty much all ingredients to draw the weekly dangerous storyboard. together with the real life-categories, such as to-do-lists, sketches, poems, recipes, sentences from or for emails, several clippings for the actual nightlife, and drafts for work: c'est moi, es/ich/über-ich, i'm basically screwed and adrift without it.
being separated from my alter ego for a couple of days was a disaster, as i immediately started writing and drawing on scruffy scraps of paper, which i will loose before i can transfer them.
....warmth spreads through my body, as i am able to open it again: comparable to the heat that crawls up the spine and explodes somewhere between your neck and skullcap - caused by the consumption of, well, horseradish for example. a feeling i would pay for. and radish is one of the cheapest versions i guess. a.n.y.w.a.y.
i look through my notes, as i know: i not only forgot my portfolio, but forgot to include a note into march 8th's entry. the most important association actually, as i recognize sufferingly perfectionist.
appendix to last week from the real log book: a quote, and a song. imagine the quote somewhere near the passage about an influential person with dark boots and a bright mind, and the song as a hyperlink to the "men" with lip stick.
We need to think a world in which acts, gestures, the visible body, the clothes body, the various physical attributes usually associated with gender, express nothing [or everything].
...want more from the sprawling anthology? i need to tick off some items anyway, as i explode with new inspirations and ideas each minute. collected, but not used/done/worked off, communicated 1:1 from my notebook.
from the category to-do-list:
- barney exhibit, ja!
- kuchen backen für herbert.
- tickets!!
from the category music für den blog:
- stereo total
- mazzy
from the category nachdenken, vielleicht blog:
- periphesenz / eugenides
- open question I: refusing the light, choosing to rage in the dark?
--> only happy when it rains blabla.
- himbeeren schmecken wie das parfum, das die nacht mit morgensonne besprüht.
from the category daily life - notable:
- quatschen, lachen, gaffen, streiten, weinen, staunen, schweigen.
from the category quotes - to be used!! --> arbeit - video/installation?:
- We are the squeak in the door of normalcy. The heart murmur that's easy to dance to. The safari guides for a landscape which few people know exists. The vital spirits of cultural fermentation.
from the category a sentence, which made my day:
- glad to see you [...] --> email von Y, bringts in ihrem subject wie immer auf den punkt: bin ich denn sichtbarer nun?
- reznor gibt den brian eno aus dem darkroom. --> hilfe, das will ich geschrieben haben!
tbc
usually i'm inextricably linked with my little portfolio: i would leave the house without my purse, but not without my categorized gallimaufry, divided in thematic sections: from philosophical thoughts to every day's life issues, from current emotions to lists with unplayed songs and possible picture subjects, to interesting urls and overheard quotes. pretty much all ingredients to draw the weekly dangerous storyboard. together with the real life-categories, such as to-do-lists, sketches, poems, recipes, sentences from or for emails, several clippings for the actual nightlife, and drafts for work: c'est moi, es/ich/über-ich, i'm basically screwed and adrift without it.
being separated from my alter ego for a couple of days was a disaster, as i immediately started writing and drawing on scruffy scraps of paper, which i will loose before i can transfer them.
....warmth spreads through my body, as i am able to open it again: comparable to the heat that crawls up the spine and explodes somewhere between your neck and skullcap - caused by the consumption of, well, horseradish for example. a feeling i would pay for. and radish is one of the cheapest versions i guess. a.n.y.w.a.y.
i look through my notes, as i know: i not only forgot my portfolio, but forgot to include a note into march 8th's entry. the most important association actually, as i recognize sufferingly perfectionist.
appendix to last week from the real log book: a quote, and a song. imagine the quote somewhere near the passage about an influential person with dark boots and a bright mind, and the song as a hyperlink to the "men" with lip stick.
We need to think a world in which acts, gestures, the visible body, the clothes body, the various physical attributes usually associated with gender, express nothing [or everything].
...want more from the sprawling anthology? i need to tick off some items anyway, as i explode with new inspirations and ideas each minute. collected, but not used/done/worked off, communicated 1:1 from my notebook.
from the category to-do-list:
- barney exhibit, ja!
- kuchen backen für herbert.
- tickets!!
from the category music für den blog:
- stereo total
- mazzy
from the category nachdenken, vielleicht blog:
- periphesenz / eugenides
- open question I: refusing the light, choosing to rage in the dark?
--> only happy when it rains blabla.
- himbeeren schmecken wie das parfum, das die nacht mit morgensonne besprüht.
from the category daily life - notable:
- quatschen, lachen, gaffen, streiten, weinen, staunen, schweigen.
from the category quotes - to be used!! --> arbeit - video/installation?:
- We are the squeak in the door of normalcy. The heart murmur that's easy to dance to. The safari guides for a landscape which few people know exists. The vital spirits of cultural fermentation.
from the category a sentence, which made my day:
- glad to see you [...] --> email von Y, bringts in ihrem subject wie immer auf den punkt: bin ich denn sichtbarer nun?
- reznor gibt den brian eno aus dem darkroom. --> hilfe, das will ich geschrieben haben!
tbc
mironja - 15. Mar, 11:15
