Several notable curiosities came out of last fall’s “Time and Attention” show, and not everything got included in the gallery exhibition. Here’s a sort of image poem that tells of the emergence of life and form on Earth. Interpretive dance, perhaps. This should give you a decent sense of what it was like back then for those ambitious little critters. Millions of years are compressed into a couple of minutes, so bear with me if I missed anything important.
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About Eric
Since he was struck by lightning as a child, Eric Waldemar has gone on to a variety of endeavors, including abstract cinema, painting, drawing, printmaking (etc), writing and editing, sound-making, university teaching, public spectacle, walking around, and, in a remarkable development, child-rearing. He lives in Denver, CO, USA.
For all the art talk and theory, an artist, regardless of their specific beliefs and cosmology, knows that when it goes well, the moment of making is a moment of grace, some kind of gift, a treasure and a privilege. This experience is as old as art is, although a lot of contemporary art talk belittles it. We, as artists, the kind that I mean, are not just content providers for... a luxury market, a network of institutions, a sophisticated discourse, and a social scene. We are, at our best, much more than that. What, then? I don't know, still. I just have a thread that I need to follow.
Time Casts Shadows
Edges soften or harden depending on the light source. Months merge to quick glimpses in the shadow of memory.Flashes are given sequence, and from the mind's turbulent puddle, we conjure up a stream.
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Please stay with your assigned group.
E.W.
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Far from Home
An itinerant mechanic wanders an unfamiliar planet.
that was some good soup!
My god, this is so rhythmic and feels like early life on earth to me. More, please.