‘if painting is concerned with the feelings conveyed by space then it must also be to do with problems of being a separate body in a world of other bodies which occupy different bits of space: in fact it must be deeply concerned with ideas of distance and separation and having and loosing.’
pg12 On Not Being Able To Paint by Marion Milner
can you substitute the word painting with making visual art?
probably not
I attempted my first cyanotypes today, and despte the sun they took hours to expose.
I’m interested to know if I can use the treated paper in a pinhole camera, but it appears that I need dazzling sunlight to achieve anything in before dusk.
pointed hat and black cat
a shake of blue a little of that
mixing and funnelling
an enchanting time
clinking of glass vials
a catalytic air
but wait, not just yet.
I am tired.
spinning around to right and five times left
exposing all outside of my own mouth
so that it becomes a void
and the revelation of what i have captured by attempting to consume
in white
a circular opening, a disclosure
and then to seek more
the same process repeated exactly
like a machine
but by a human who may choose to behave mechanically but cannot produce like a machine
the human errs
the human modifies
the human attempts a re-balancing
the machine makes the same thing until it is instructed not to
how can a text be interpreted to universal agreement?
How can a text be analysed?
how can we begin to understand?
even as one individual can i always read the same text the same way?
can i even understand always?
Today I made the house a bit tidier.
For weeks I have been stuck, I haven’t drawn or written or made anything so today instead of staring at a blank page I brushed and mopped and cleaned and washed and tidying and threw out – will this make space for me to work?
