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From wonder into wonder existence opens.
Link: Vito Drago :: England & Co.
“Vito Drago is an Italian-born artist who studied firstly in Milan and then at Central St Martin’s School of Art, London. His work reflects his obsession with the materiality of books.”
Title Quote: Lao Tzu
Gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost.
“This is a blog documenting a project that will span exactly one year,
from January 1, 2010 to December 31, 2010. On each of those 365 days, I
will photograph or draw (and occasionally paint) one collection. Most
of the collections are real and exist in my home or studio; those I
will photograph. Some are imagined; those I will draw or (occasionally)
paint.” – A Collection A Day
I have lots of collections like this too … Naturally I am enchanted by this persons project … Here are some of my collections …
Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt.
I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.
Phenomena come alive and carry soul through our imaginative fantasies about them.
“Making permanent that which is ephemeral…findings is a collection of collage work noting the inherent beauty in all things simple. Lacquered found objects on fabriano cards transform into voluptuous pieces of art. “
Title Quote: James Hillman
Each moment has its sickle, emulous Of Time’s enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root.
Herb Stratford.
Photographic Constructions
oh my ….. .*Reverence* comes to mind ….
Title Quote: Edward Young
Ever looked sufficiently at a quite everyday looking stamped addressed envelope? Admittedly it is an outer husk: its face, in all its featureful perfection of imperfection, is its fortune:
Be Mine.
Marian Bantjes: Valentines 2009.
My 2009 valentines were a bit of a departure in a number of ways. They were more “conceptual” than previous years. Where previously I sent a nice or pretty something that was either straight forward or easy enough to figure out, this one is a bit more mysterious. This year I wrote 4 fragments of letters; each has no beginning and no end; and each is carefully crafted to hopefully have some resonance with most people. Each recipient got one fragment. – Marian Bantjes
What haunts are not the dead but the gaps left within us by the secrets of others. Nicolas Abraham, L’ecorce et le noyeau
Link: cathy mclaurin | what haunts.
Via Dynamo
Inspired by my own family secrets, what haunts… is an interactive art installation that explores secrets and their universality. Viewers respond and participate by reading and adding, in anonymity, their own – often-intimate – secrets to the installation. The varied secrets evoke sadness, horror, shock, humor, and reassurance. They “are riveting to read, telling stories of abortion, adoption, and affairs mixed with more universal confessions, like, ‘my heart is broken and I am terrified.'” -Cathy McLaurin
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The installation consists of a wall papered with secrets and a booth where participants add secrets to the project. Written in pencil on hand-cut 4″x5″ newsprint rectangles, the secrets have the visual tone of a whisper, on an intimate scale. The newsprint yellows over time, evoking remnants of the past, old family letters, and nostalgia. The first 150 of the more than 2000 secrets in the project were collected by mail and exhibited in a 2002 exhibition at Artists Foundation Gallery in South Boston. The booth component was created in 2002. The spare wooden structure (6’9″x3’x3′) and muslin curtain create a private and meditative space – a confessional. Participants write and then deposit their secrets into a locked box. During the time in which the project is installed, I periodically unlock the secrets and add them to an adjoining wall. Thus, participants experience the power of having written their secret and then seeing it posted alongside those of previous participants. “Viewers often spend hours reading all of the secrets posted on the walls and often come back multiple times to view the project… what haunts… demonstrates how much people have in common and how common their secrets are. It is a snap shot of what makes us human and of the human condition.”…. -C.M.
Daily Poetics 