Saturday, 29 January 2011
Wednesday, 26 January 2011
Sunday, 16 January 2011
How could they? They managed to unsettle my anchored poise within an infinitesimal span of a month. How on earth did they generate all that they did? How did they make so much and such good ‘so much’! What were they made up of? How did they live? What were their minds like? They ! The ‘them’ who are accountable for having brandished my mental composure. The Glasgow boys, Stephen Farthing, the Shadow Catchers, the Turner prize contenders, Rachel Whiteread, Eadweard Muybridge, Gauguin, Ai Weiwei, the British Artists at the Saatchi Gallery and Damien Ortega of course.
Thursday, 6 January 2011
Wednesday, 5 January 2011
Inherent or innate, perhaps conditioned or acquired,
the environment, the repetition, the cause of conditioned spontaneity.
The pen touches the paper and there is a sort of self emergence or self organization.
The two curves start to shape themselves cradling the bigger curve which surfaces almost from nowhere,
the moon manifests itself nesting the sun.
It flows. It isn’t me.
But it is a part of me.
It is my inspiration.