Thursday, November 29, 2007

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Day 66-69

On days 66 and 67 I did not do anything. On day 68 I happened by the river where I had written that Keats poem, I took the fifth stanza out of the river and put it back where it should be. The words were still clear and legible, despite being submerged in an icy flow of water for a month or more.

So much of what i do is on a computer, I recently had the understanding that it was all lost. The essays, the poems, the pictures, the music. It turned out to not be the case. Thank Jehovah! In retrospect i am intrigued by how i felt about it. I was very concerned, i was not angry. At first i believed myself to be very pragmatic, sensibly thinking of how to move forward. Later i was upset by the thought that i may in fact be very unimpressed with my past endeavors. Now i think that it is a good thing to respect what has been done, but care more for (what can be done)

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Day 59 to 65

What happened?
If nothing, many things.

many things=nothing
Many things
It's not a matter of circumstance

hold decision, held tightly does'nt let your cave define you

I was looking for my past, when i went where i thought it would be
i looked left, left again, and again, and nothing was gained
trees still looked the same, the ones for which i knew a name
The birds still bandied blithely about, but not where once they would
i found myself fumbling for fruition
One night was very foggy, i could not see more that 40 feet, it was wonderful and claustrophobic. The outside was the inside and the inside was the inside. i was inside.
A place cannot be connected to my past, it does'nt exist anymore. Someone said to me life is a river, we stand upon stones, look around. There is a current, you cannot go back

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Every time i look for it it it is there
Marty Albertz eats eats eats Eats EATS

I'm just a fleshy tube -

Alive, Laying down
We don't know you are dying
I am not endless

Spending a lot of time editing images is quickly becoming a norm of my process. I love it, I think it greatly increases my vocabulary and heightens professionalism. It is also very tedious, and could be a crutch for poor shooting. Pictures which are not pre-meditated. None of them are.

I'm excited. There is much to have, and we can all have it and i want it
We said to the other
"There are friends for the road and friends for journey"
And we were right

break take

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Day 58

I have some things, once i sew my heart and fear back in. Gosh I am so scared daniel.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Day 57

On this day I am profoundly enamored of hands, my hands, our hands. the means by which I interact with the world, the cutting edge of the mind, the doer of deeds, that which manifests intent, examines, explores, clutches. To strike out, to hurt. To nurture, touch, caress, carry. To build...
The power is in your hands!
hands : creativity
A creative endeavor it may be, to use hands as never before. take note.

I'm in love, who created that?

Day 56

Nothing Today...
I liked how I looked

I thought better again of this cropping
I'm not sure that I like this picture
In any incarnation

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Day 55

The clouds were sailing today, I mean, really, truly, flying through the sky. It was majestic to see as the sun had just gone behind the mountains. I wanted to film it, or take pictures. The truly wonderful thing about it was the scale, How it filled my vision, there was so much to look at. Can that be replicated in art? can that be imitated by art?

Human effort to imitate, supplement, alter, or counteract the work of nature.

Day 54

Today I sent something away from myself, a grant proposal, and expected more time before it came back, it was returned before the day was out.

As much as i care about this project it is frustrating to not have it off my plate for any time.
Why is it a nuisance to do enthralling work?

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Day 53

Friday night was the radio 1190 cross-dressing party. I brought my camera again and took pictures until my battery ran out. The pictures that I liked singled out individuals, group shots just have nothing to them, at least the ones that I took.

Also spent a lot of time on post-production, When to leave well enough alone?

Another note on creativity, I'm not going to take my camera to concerts anymore. The set up is really familiar, and it's just going to be a different person in the same picture again and again. I'm not interested in being a documentarian. Far too often I feel like I am.

what is the difference between taking a photograph, and making a photograph?

(Jessi Whitten took this one ^)

Perhaps it's time to jump ship. Perhaps I don't know how.

I thought better of the cropping on this one

yes i think so of the cropping on that one.
and asking the difference seems insatiable but therein we find seeking, finding what we have sought, but only with more to seek.

Day 52

A big hello to to the saturday sun.

Worked on some pictures

Friday, November 9, 2007

Day 51

I have walked many feet
and there is a difference between what i become sore with
and what i see
Feel your feet against the floor can you feel them?

Reach up, feel the air over your head, reach further, feel the stars

Put your hand on your chest, feel your heart thumping, can you feel it?

And think back, remember when you weren't born yet, still inside your mothers womb, and all you could hear was the thump thump of your mother's heart.
That was what Charles Spearin said, someone in the crowd said
Shut the fuck up and play some music

Do you feel it? is what he asked ryan, ryan nodded, yes

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Day 50

Was reading a lot of John Hegley, I used to when I was younger, He's just stellar. Sometimes it's exciting/troubling to think that I may be entering the physical prime of my life.


What is the sound of stars dying?
What is the sound of paint drying?
What is the sound of mold growing?
What is the sound of metal rusting?
What is the sound of grapes rotting?
What is the sound of my skin turning gray?
because frankly, I'm not too bothered

Day 49

I printed the words "I'm Bored" as large as i could on a piece of paper and then put it up in public. I really wanted to do something more ostentatious, ala David Horvitz idea Alas, maybe one day.
I really like that idea, a lot. Creativity is so related to boredom, and it can be both stifling and causal, who knows why.


-Paint one square of concrete a vibrant red, talk to city officials about it and all that, or not. Make it weather proof too, and glossy.

-Drill a hole in some concrete, plant something there, see how long you can keep it alive

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Day 48

In writing to my collaborator yesterday, I realized by writing that taking and posting so many pictures may be arbitrary if i don't question what is being done doing. The arrangement detracts from the original image, I really do like that image. I'll title RGB,
oh the irony...


I shaved a square on my leg and wrote "LEG" in it

Day 47

I spent an exceptionally long time writing an essay in the late hours of morning. I was pleased with the product. Becoming increasingly tired, my mental faculty slumped, my writing became very arbitrary, I just wanted to finish.
Sometimes working to a deadline is the only way to effectively get things done, that behaviour still, can be performed well or poorly. This instance may be of the latter as i did not ration time for creativity. Perhaps it is alright to leave things until the last minute, as long as you're sure you have a whole minute

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Day 46

Pictures from Day forty four/five/six

The radio station dance party was on friday, It was dark, so my auto-focus did'nt work very well, It was a lot of fun.

On Saturday Morgan and I went to the Denver Art Museum, the second picture was a huge work that was very stimulating, perhaps 18 feet long, 10 feet high, I cannot remember who made it, so I feel that maybe I should'nt put it up, but hell, I want to. The lines (painted) are in fact perfectly straight, I got as far away as i could, still, the camera distorts a little.
A a little etymology, the word music is derived from the muse, so is the museum. In ancient greece there were nine muses, each dedicated to different forms of expression. All expressions were said to be manifestations of muses, who were born of Zeus, king of the gods, and Mnemosyne, the titaness representing memory.


Saturday, November 3, 2007

Day 45

I guess. It has been so long and apologies for that.

"Only by understanding that the creative process is deep and complicated, that it may manifest itself in many different ways, and that it is primarily a process of search for meanings and exploration of meanings--- . . .
only by understaning all this, can we understand how ideas, themes, meanings get into poetry at all, and understand that, in the full sense, the poem is not a vehicle for its idea, but is its idea, its meaning."
-Understanding Poetry
Letter to the Teacher

The separation on account of the fact that, as in many cases, poetry, art, music, speak truth to life overarching and should not be limited to one form, though that specificity is significant of itself.

Friday, November 2, 2007

Day 44

The Golden Rule
Alone by the tree, I was there when you fell

So I picked you up I saw your lines
Brittle spines, sweeping curves
And you were small and delicate and harmless

I thought about your life
I thought about your death as well
And I looked at your remains
It was so strange


Wrote that about a leaf today

Day 43

Went to visit John Keats poem (circa Day 19) Someone had taken the fifth stanza and thrown it in the river, I thought about retrieving it, but did'nt

Day 42

Happy Halloween