and not pretending to
eyes bleed
©2004-2006 nameoftherose
These are the inhalations~exhalations of one atelierista engaged in a daily turn about, an ongoing conversation, a line of flight that casts pebbles into ripples and tacks between the lived events of reggio emilia's pedagogy of listening as a world view of communities in collaboration whenever certainties are questioned and a way of becoming-allthings deleuzoguattarian through the visible trace of this expression. Without listening, one cannot let go.
©2004-2006 nameoftherose
5 Comments:
the medium here isn't so evident - what is it? (and, in passing, I like that color yellow and some that are shades darker - it reminds me of something that I can't place at the moment)
...it is a monoprint, painting ink across a plate put through a press of thought
I like it - and your explanation.
thanks ...
this print is something more than what it is...
throughout (my) life, I have had the occassionally particular kind of dream that has no story but is a sense, usually of a place, but sometimes of a thing or a moment...once, while I was sitting at a workshop in Banff, looking through the windows at the mountains there, I was struck by a sense of familiarity for that place, that view, that moment, never having seen it before, and knew I had dreamt it...sounds odd to say, but I dreamt this print image sitting on this screen, in the confluence of yesterday, everything just so as I was posting it...and of course, I never know what it means, except that I have come to reconcile its event, when it overtakes me, as if things are proceding as they should, that I am somehow 'on track' or maybe that time is unfolding as it was meant to...silly thoughts.
interesting and not-so-silly; I've heard of (something like) this before, and known people who'd dream of things - places, snapshots - before they'd happen, things they hadn't yet experienced ... very, very interesting.
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