we went to the DIA museum in nearby town of not just for breakfast Beacon. It’s an abandoned Nabisco factory that was given a good white wash and wood floors scraped of all nabisco by-product. It was not unlike what I’m guessing a sanitarium in the fifties felt like. Huge, expansive space, brilliantly lit, empty of nearly everyone, suggesting a pace of slow-it-down and ease-it-up with little chance of encroachment from thoughts or barrier. a little mysterious. It was a great reminder to me of how architecture can invoke feelings. And I felt great. It soothed. I shuffled around, barely lifting my feet. There were these occasional grey couches with that frompy aesthetic that says: I’m a frompy comfy couch. Let’s be friends for awhile. What’ya say?! I indulged. I sat for long stretches–20 minutes at at a time….chillaxing. Reading this nice handout about the sculptor (chamberlain) I was looking at…
This quote stood out (in an essay by Lynne Cook):
This interaction further confirmed his understanding of the ways in which everyday elements—be they words or bits of colored metal— could be mobilized in novel conjunctions to make unexpected kinds of sense: fresh, immediate, direct, and thus divested (particularly in the case of poetry) of narrative (NOT SURE I AGREE HERE)and commentary, as well as (in the case of sculpture) of image, referent, and subject.
I love that this person clumped words with metal. All of it’s raw material, waiting your suggested structure/interaction. A broad kit of parts. You can, and perhaps with routine and “learned” instinct, tease out the potentials they carry. You work with what you have, creating emotion/message from “nothing”.
Yeah………..bravo.
I also participated in this “mobilization of novel conjunctions”:
http://aeolian-ride.info/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/15444404@N00/sets/72157601995676483/