So, I’m not certain if what I first received was meant(?) to be a book, but by the time the second one arrived, I was certain of book form intent – nonrepresentational content and mail work behaving like a book.
Complex to open, intangible in subject and function, Walter’s post-books now nest as a contemplation of book abstraction – is abstraction the right word? For example, in this instance, are the thought processes that went into the making of this work distanced from the notion of BOOK? I don’t think so. Having received book-like work from Walter before, I know that distilling, yet remaining within the confines of bookness informs quite a few sendings from Walter. All that reflective intricacy – I’m going with Book.
(no. 6 edition of 9)
“It always seems impossible until its done”.
A beautifully made book, in high-key tones, this tribute by Ken to Nelson Mandela is succinct in visuals and evocative in text. Using famous quotes by Nelson Mandela (1918 – 2013), prison number 46664, Ken highlights the thoughts of a man who received the Nobel Peace prize in 1993. Did you know, on the first day of school, Miss Mdingane gave the name ‘Nelson’ – his birth name was Rolihlahla, which means ‘he who shakes the branch of the tree’ or ‘troublemaker’ – an appropriate name for one who changed the face and direction of a nation.
Using random splatters of ink and wax, like the loss of its powder coating, Anete end-pages the essay by Virginia Woolf The death of the moth (1942), with words by Florence and The Machine from Cosmic Love -
The stars, the moon
They have all been blown out
You have left me in the dark… concluding with
So the darkness I became.
An evocative essay, entrapping readers in the existential machinations of life and death – the moth despite once being “a tiny bead of life” will succumb like all living things to the triumph of death. There is just the prior twilight to endure.
“No dawn, no day, I’m always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart”
Vowels – The Mechanics of Language (Book 2)
A follow on from Alphabet where I am currently exploring Alphabet Vicissitudes, VOWELS takes a look at – well – vowels.… I am attempting in these books to create a CONCISE and visual elucidation of how/what/why/when/if – the mechanics of language. In short – from http://www.etymonline.com – a wonderfully crisp text –
c.1300, from Old French vouel, from Latin vocalis, in littera vocalis, literally “vocal letter,” from vox (genitive vocis) “voice”.
In phonetics (another book for another day) a vowel is a sound in spoken with an open vocal tract – such as o (oh!) in English. I didn’t forget (RCBz reminded me) about The Great Vowel Shift – a major change in the pronunciation of the English language that took place in England between 1350 and 1700.
I think using a title like this just INVITED Mischief to meddle at every turn. A collaboration between 3 Americans – Phillip Peterson, RCBz, Warren Smith and 3 South Africans Jeanette Gilks, Lesley Magwood Fraser and myself, Process was intended as an investigation into each artists thoughts on the concept of process in their particular genre of work. These multiplicities of thoughts were distilled into a single sentence:
Phillip Peterson – Process, the successive steps necessary to produce.
RCBz – Process, for me, is the imposition of order on chaotic anxiety which has neither rhyme not reason – only urgency.
Warren Smith – The process, as shown here, are inkjet prints of digital manifestations of penciled lines.
Jeanette Gilks – The seamless process of the world we see utterly escapes the meanings attached to the words.
Lesley Magwood Fraser – Process is a procession.
Cheryl Penn – Process is all that is static and all that pulsates between a beginning and an ending.
From the large painting I had made to cut up to illustrate my thoughts on Process, there was a piece of painted paper over, just large enough to make a book for An Encyclopedia of Everything. Onto this slither I pasted various notes received during the making of the original artists book. Somehow the process never seems quite done, and original intent can become far removed from its moorings.
The Traveller and the Red Giraffe (in disguise) – paintings for cut-up