Here’s one still image from a movie called Old Tongue, part of “Letters and Speechlessness” at ArtWorks in Letterkenny, Ireland. This is the first time I’ve worked through the material I shot last summer, and again and again, I wonder where did THAT come from. With much of the best material, startling things emerge, things that I have no memory of shooting. The movie seems to know more about the places I visited than I do. Perhaps this has more to do with the hands-on mysteries of making and forming than with the intervention of ghosts and faeries, but perhaps not.
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Recent Posts
- Back to America
- On my own for a couple of hours. Cloudy afternoon.
- No time for ideas.
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- Querulous
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- Cafe faces, cranky I
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- Into Blinding Light
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- New Header Image. Something a bit simpler.
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- 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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wish i could be there for the show…luv this image and can’t wait to see more!