Friday, May 12, 2006
Light and loose
A kind soul left some money in Betta's pocket and she is running out to buy a new book, although some new clothes to replace the holey ones are probably more pressing articles. And cake! A great old slice of fruit cake with lemon cream icing.
Such a pretty morning today - one to rival paintings for the light. It is a day for ideas, a day when random lines of prose and poetry flit in and out of one's mind like old friends dropping by. A knot inside the mind seems to be set loose for the moment. I hope it lasts.
Future plans (for my own referrence as I cannot for the life of me locate a pen and paper. This will be deleted shortly):
A set of textual kaleidoscopes. Instead of colored beads and confetti, the scopes will be filled with words cut from certain texts. Not sure what text yet. It is possible that this work will deal to some extent with the Malaysia's current high censorship season. The objects themselves will be perfectly crafted out of stained local hardwoods - little understated boxes, like a rich man's cigar case.
A sail-map puzzle. A mini set of ship's sails cast out of concrete, polished and smoothed to a high degree. The set is printed with a map to find a personal treasure buried somewhere in the heart of KL. And to assemble the map one must know the right formation of the sails. Conversely, if one knows the map, one may figure out the sail formation. A two-fold puzzle according to what one is looking for and the knowledge that one has. The map is housed in a box with a hinged glass lid, again, beautifully crafted.
A ship's bones - the long flat slats of a ship's hull - made out of paper. Printed with a text, which act like the grain of wood. Floated down a river. Collected at the end of its journey, dried out in the sun, placed on the floor of a gallery/space. Viewers walk amongst the bones, peel of a sheet of paper from each one to take it home... ¶ 2:05 PM
Such a pretty morning today - one to rival paintings for the light. It is a day for ideas, a day when random lines of prose and poetry flit in and out of one's mind like old friends dropping by. A knot inside the mind seems to be set loose for the moment. I hope it lasts.
Future plans (for my own referrence as I cannot for the life of me locate a pen and paper. This will be deleted shortly):
A set of textual kaleidoscopes. Instead of colored beads and confetti, the scopes will be filled with words cut from certain texts. Not sure what text yet. It is possible that this work will deal to some extent with the Malaysia's current high censorship season. The objects themselves will be perfectly crafted out of stained local hardwoods - little understated boxes, like a rich man's cigar case.
A sail-map puzzle. A mini set of ship's sails cast out of concrete, polished and smoothed to a high degree. The set is printed with a map to find a personal treasure buried somewhere in the heart of KL. And to assemble the map one must know the right formation of the sails. Conversely, if one knows the map, one may figure out the sail formation. A two-fold puzzle according to what one is looking for and the knowledge that one has. The map is housed in a box with a hinged glass lid, again, beautifully crafted.
A ship's bones - the long flat slats of a ship's hull - made out of paper. Printed with a text, which act like the grain of wood. Floated down a river. Collected at the end of its journey, dried out in the sun, placed on the floor of a gallery/space. Viewers walk amongst the bones, peel of a sheet of paper from each one to take it home... ¶ 2:05 PM
