Belatedly I noticed a few days after the horrible storm in the Phillipines that the news dwindled to …nothing. Except a mention of no aid reaching certain areas. Are we so hardened to disaster, so immune to tragedy that over 6000 deaths equals only five days of news. And then a scant mention.
This is just the beginning of course.
As soon as the Red Giraffe and The Traveller have gathered the other 8, well, lets just wait and see. If you know of any other vessels that are not as they seem, please contact the author – there are 3 which she is uncertain about. They may of course come to light during her investigations, but all assistance is welcome.
This book deals with the so-called Aladdin’s Lamp and its current masquerade as a lantern in Gerald’s dusty guitar shop, the burial urn of Empress Zhangsun and the Neptune Dish. These are all genuine artifacts of course, they’re just not understood as they should be.
15 – 20 parts of each of these paintings is scattered throughout the world. It is fortunate they will never come together.
Book 9 – Faces of Respect
The 2013 Friour Edition, 4/50 # 9 photostated book by Guido has this text on the back – “What does Respect Mean? – If a rich or someone in a position of power demands this, it becomes an echo of slavery; If a poor or powerless child/woman/man/animal revendicates this, it is part of rebellion and justice in a social, economical, political and cultural sense – so read words and images behind!”
A few of the 48 lines accompanying each page:
7 – sadness of a knowing window on life
8 – the trauma of a first sad experience
13 – birds have no need for wardrobes or fancy dresses
33 – how easy it is to get lost in the darkest hour of our thoughts
35 – the open door is not always that visible
Sadly, Guido says that # 10 may be the last in this series.
In 2008 I made a unique artists book -– Bones of Contention.
MAN! It was a mission. It was the culmination of 6 months of book making and collecting.
Originally an altered book titled – yes – Bones of Contention, this volume referred to a set of bones hailed by Darwinians as the missing link to prove a species could change. I gathered peoples “”bones of contention” , I collected pet-hates and lists of things people disliked. I started painting into the book, highlighting phrases such as “”the Industrial Revolution”, “”Victorian values and society” – anything contentious. I sourced newspaper articles, magazines and academic articles for contentious material (I found a lot!).
The result – a fractious, unwieldy, horrible looking book. I went to the paper making studio at DUT and pulped the lot. What a relief. That work was dead. From that I made two recycled books. One was cut up as Mail Art and the other – well, this volume is a piece of it.
Maybe its life is finally done.
Phaistos Disk (Book 1)
The official version of this disk goes something like this – its a relatively unimpressive fired disk clay disk measuring 15cm in diameter. It was found in an underground temple repository by Italian archaeologist Luigi Pernier in the Minoan palace-site of Phaistos. The date? 1908.
It is said to feature 241 tokens, comprising 45 unique signs – I’ll discuss that in another book of course. It is not actually a syllabary, alphabet or logography – it is all those things and more – it is the Key to Between. The book also contains a brief explanation of each of those words. Remember – a single logogram may be used by a plurality of languages to represent words with similar meanings.
a heart. he had
You pull and you push but seconds just fall through your fingers
“the shadow of a moment, the memory”
you cannot catch the sound
“a heart. he had”
A hybrid book – visual poetry and asemic writing meld into a work with fragmented structures, yet chaos does not rule. What ultimately is meaning? When one finds it, another crack opens and the form of it becomes insubstantial once more. Interconnected points which link in a way which is consequential only for the author. But that does not negate its importance – it is a reflection of a thoughtful mind, making connections to a drumbeat audible deep within. A Heart Beat.
Last Two Weeks of November.
4th in a Series of Autobiographical books which are made from the paper off my painting table.
All the spills represent time and process and works in progress. These are cut up into strips -– 4 in fact – with a bit left over! Onto these sheets I then work with whatever I am currently busy with. Its autobiographical in a different life sense.
I looked back to the time I started compiling a set of symbols which form the basis of the Bhubezi Women’s writing system. 2007 – so long ago. Don’t you feel sometimes like you’ve been making art for 5 minutes? This was an interesting piece of autobiographical information to me.
Time passes on two levels – one is very aware in one instance of slowly getting older, and on the other, time passes as quick as a vapor.
Artists often speak about ‘personal visual language’. If this system is a logographic arrangement of symbols, are they asemic? At the moment I am attempting to unpack this system, and more than just represent it, find meanings for each of the glyphs – meanings that will tickle the edge of peoples ancient visual consciousness. That place where the mind says – – I know that shape/letter/ cypher – – bearing in mind these may be used by a plurality of languages to represent words with similar meanings. The script of the Women Who Hold Up the World is more than an alphabet.