Sputum & Acrylic on Certainty
AY08-night4
The Linguist
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Night After Flight
Sputum & Acrylic on Certainty
AY08-night4
The Linguist
Slept through a still ill twilight...
Yes. We will persevere.
The Sea by Sheree MackCheck out Sheree's pieces everyday. It is a large circle, a small globe. It's amazing to be inspired and then re-inspired. To know that even though we are separated by many hours of time, we are each engaged in a creative act. Mirroring and calling to each other.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
from Ben Okri, Infinite Riches
Night of wondrous transformations
Then it occurred to me that in other realms, new worlds were being dreamt up, were being born. New things were emerging from the turbulence of people speaking the only language that is understood--the language of violence. On other spheres new realities were coming into being. On which sphere was I? It seemed I dwelt in several of them at once. The different spheres seemed all superimposed, existing concurrently within the same space. All this confused me. I wandered amongst the rioting people. There were six hot moons in my head.
Then it occurred to me that in other realms, new worlds were being dreamt up, were being born. New things were emerging from the turbulence of people speaking the only language that is understood--the language of violence. On other spheres new realities were coming into being. On which sphere was I? It seemed I dwelt in several of them at once. The different spheres seemed all superimposed, existing concurrently within the same space. All this confused me. I wandered amongst the rioting people. There were six hot moons in my head.
Art Day 5, Twilight
Earth Series: RemainsNote: It started out as something else. But it seems like everytime I put a nail in, a new story wants to come out. This is how the entire Earth Series started. Because of a nail.
The Conceptualist
Art Day 5, Twilight
Friday, January 18, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
"We saw it and yet we didn't see it. ...
thinking that the real action was metropolitan and all this was just
boring hinterland. It was a puzzling thing. The truth knocks on your
door and you say, 'Go away, I'm looking for the truth,' and so it goes
away. Puzzling."
--from "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" by Robert M. Pirsig
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Place Setting by Kiyana Horton
From: Kiyana Horton
the word...the scroll..the scrolling...the place...the ring...the place setting
Place Setting
the word...the scroll..the scrolling...the place...the ring...the place setting
Poetry for the People
every one of us we leave that night. john don't say a
thing.
we just walk off
ain't no plantation no more never since that time/not
on these grounds.
us
we come here.
this been our home
free
for a long time now.
love conjure/blues by Sharon Bridgforth
thing.
we just walk off
ain't no plantation no more never since that time/not
on these grounds.
us
we come here.
this been our home
free
for a long time now.
love conjure/blues by Sharon Bridgforth
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
If I do a good job she'll tell everybody come Sunday morning, but if I do a great job, making her hair so smooth and shiny that she won't believe it's her own, if I make her look that good, then she'll go home and get on the telephone or she could go to the phone that's by the cash register and call up Miz Penelope and Miz Velma and them right this very afternoon, and then before she leaves the shop, all of them could be coming in here, standing in lines and crowding into the seats, pushing ladylike but pushing just the same for they chance to get they hair done by the one and only Billy Beede.
Getting Mother's Body by Suzan-Lori Parks
Getting Mother's Body by Suzan-Lori Parks
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Poetry for the People
Ollie spent the whole morning waiting. First she tried shaking Granddaddy Larkins, who just wouldn't wake up. She thought he was just playing, but he was out. His teeth weren't even in the glass, and there was a bottle on the bedstand. He'd be asleep for days.
~Gorilla, My Love by Toni Cade Bambara
~Gorilla, My Love by Toni Cade Bambara
White heeled shoes
She arrived home. She had taken a carry on, which was good cause it was 1am by the time she got off the plane and down to the concourse. She was running in her new white heels, new for the Spring in New York. She grabbed the railing. She slipped. The back of her shoe got caught on the metal rail. She tumbled down the stairs.
Are you okay?
I'm fine.
The shock lifted her off the ground. What the hell was she doing? The man who pulled her to her feet looked nothing like her. They grew up in completely different cities, universes, bus rides. He looked at her.
I'm fine. I'm fine.
But do you feel grounded? he asked
She shook her head and blinked. There was no man there in front of her. There was no different looking person reflecting on who she really is. She walked towards her car and with a click, unlocked the smokey grey BMW convertible. She climbed in, pulled out her IPod, went to plug it in and realized it was dead. She pulled out of the parking garage, the hum of the airplane buzzing in her ears. She needed something to fill the space. Fucking radio. She tuned the music. Rock. Some late community station playing a washboard banjo klezmer band. She finally settled on words. The radio announcer sounded old. And she couldn't quite make out whether it was the voice of a man or a woman who had been a singer in her younger life, but whose voice now cracked like gravel on a road. He said
Are you feeling grounded?
She blinked her eyes and focused on the word, what?
Pluto's not a planet.
The sun is not hot.
The announcement came while you were away.
She switched the channel. What was this bullshit?
I said, the sun is not hot.
You were out on the land. And everything. Doing real things.
The announcement came while you were away.
She had to take the car back to the dealer and get a whole new sound system installed.
The sun is not hot.
We are all the heat.
We are all the heat, she thought. She suddenly felt her ankle, knee, elbow. The places where she had fallen on the stairs. The cement, rocky white stairway.
We are all the heat. And we're going to require ice. Or large amounts of water soon.
We're going to have to send manned expeditions.
She was startled awake in her seat.
So we're going to need a lot of money from you.
Of course, she thought.
But it'll save you. You are the fire.
This weekend, while you were away.
Are you okay?
I'm fine.
The shock lifted her off the ground. What the hell was she doing? The man who pulled her to her feet looked nothing like her. They grew up in completely different cities, universes, bus rides. He looked at her.
I'm fine. I'm fine.
But do you feel grounded? he asked
She shook her head and blinked. There was no man there in front of her. There was no different looking person reflecting on who she really is. She walked towards her car and with a click, unlocked the smokey grey BMW convertible. She climbed in, pulled out her IPod, went to plug it in and realized it was dead. She pulled out of the parking garage, the hum of the airplane buzzing in her ears. She needed something to fill the space. Fucking radio. She tuned the music. Rock. Some late community station playing a washboard banjo klezmer band. She finally settled on words. The radio announcer sounded old. And she couldn't quite make out whether it was the voice of a man or a woman who had been a singer in her younger life, but whose voice now cracked like gravel on a road. He said
Are you feeling grounded?
She blinked her eyes and focused on the word, what?
Pluto's not a planet.
The sun is not hot.
The announcement came while you were away.
She switched the channel. What was this bullshit?
I said, the sun is not hot.
You were out on the land. And everything. Doing real things.
The announcement came while you were away.
She had to take the car back to the dealer and get a whole new sound system installed.
The sun is not hot.
We are all the heat.
We are all the heat, she thought. She suddenly felt her ankle, knee, elbow. The places where she had fallen on the stairs. The cement, rocky white stairway.
We are all the heat. And we're going to require ice. Or large amounts of water soon.
We're going to have to send manned expeditions.
She was startled awake in her seat.
So we're going to need a lot of money from you.
Of course, she thought.
But it'll save you. You are the fire.
This weekend, while you were away.
I've been given Pënz
"Hey Girl"by Amanda Johnston
Collage on Heyya
AY2008
From Amanda:
Hello you beautiful, glowing, artistic divas who changed up time and space!
The lovely [Linguist] blessed me with a tile and I've created something. I didn't know what to do next so I'm email it to you. See attached.
It's titled "Hey Girl"
Love you all so very much!
manda
ROOTED: Crossing Water
Morning AY1 2008
Anel Flores
(Anel is Pënz's (its pronounced "pants is" first guest artist.
We thank her fiercely!)
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Friday, January 11, 2008
On the eve of night
Chili
Soldering noon
To night
To twilight
We'll see Morning this morning
--Linguist & Materialist
Art Day 3, Twilight
Brown Sugarnote: So, I put the modge podge on at 3am this morning. That's right. 3am. It's now 5.30pm - veritable dusk. And the modge podge isn't dry. But I'm posting it anyway. It's actually not a pepperoni pizza. I promise. I will repost once the modge podge is dry. Let's say this is a piece...in progress. Brown Sugar.
The Conceptualist
Art Day 3, Twilight
Addendum made on February 4, 2008/Art Day 9, Twilight: The Final Piece - Brown Sugar
Interesting
Kind of a funny take on what we're doing, except theirs is a game. Its cute.
http://www.thesuperest.com/
http://www.thesuperest.com/
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Poetry for the People
I flew home. I must have eaten my food. I flew back to school. By half past one, we were sitting under a flamboyant tree in a secluded part of our schoolyard, our autobiographical essays in hand. We were about to read aloud what we had written during our morning of contemplation and reflection.
~from Annie John by Jamaica Kincaid
~from Annie John by Jamaica Kincaid
Today's the day
I love my new glasses
Now I'll find my way
The dense murky fog
Has now cleared away
The world is so clear now
But I've found it to be
Still foggy and dark
and so confusing to me.
eeeek! busy day ahead....
Now I'll find my way
The dense murky fog
Has now cleared away
The world is so clear now
But I've found it to be
Still foggy and dark
and so confusing to me.
eeeek! busy day ahead....
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Poetry for the People
"The next morning Renay called up Miss Sims. Delighted to hear from her star pupil after so long a time, Miss Sims wanted her to come over that very day. Renay told her that she would bring her mother, who wanted to hear her play.
They left Denise with a neighbor and in the twilight dusk walked to Miss Sims's house. Renay remembered the many times she had trudged to the Saturday music lessons. On the way, they passed hollow-eyed men and women sittin gon sunken porches in shaky wooden chairs, trying to absorb the listless August air peppered with tobacco smells from teh factory before going back into the humid dark shotgun shacks to bed. Children played untiringly around them, screaming like morning in the dusk..."
~from Loving Her, by Ann Allen Shockley
They left Denise with a neighbor and in the twilight dusk walked to Miss Sims's house. Renay remembered the many times she had trudged to the Saturday music lessons. On the way, they passed hollow-eyed men and women sittin gon sunken porches in shaky wooden chairs, trying to absorb the listless August air peppered with tobacco smells from teh factory before going back into the humid dark shotgun shacks to bed. Children played untiringly around them, screaming like morning in the dusk..."
~from Loving Her, by Ann Allen Shockley
because the LINE came first (did you vote??!!)
I believe that all shapes, all surfaces and lines and shading, all
aspects of design evoke emotions by associations—with traditional
shapes of our own culture, with the proportions, surfaces of the human
body, with shapes and movements in nature...[It is] in our—the
designers'—power to talk to and play with the emotional responses of
our audiences, just as musicians do.
Eva Zeisel, 2000
by M for Materialist
aspects of design evoke emotions by associations—with traditional
shapes of our own culture, with the proportions, surfaces of the human
body, with shapes and movements in nature...[It is] in our—the
designers'—power to talk to and play with the emotional responses of
our audiences, just as musicians do.
Eva Zeisel, 2000
by M for Materialist
Forgiven
DrowsyMorning
I'm a bad
Bad girl
I hunger
For you
Unsanctioned
Eucharist
I thirst
For you
A bladder
Untied
An empty
Spill
(c) Linguist
Image:
"Memories of Sin"
by Chris Peters
Oil on Canvas
2004
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
also from thecosmicpath.com because I couldn't resist..........and because i LOVE Anne Ortelee!!!
What you partner with, especially with Venus involved, especially when she is in fiery, changeful, expansive Sagittarius, you create! What do you want to partner with as Juno in Sagittarius invites you to partner with your fire, your spark, your passion, your vision of your life? What do you want to create? As Venus joins with Juno, the asteroid of partnerships, they EACH start a new cycle of creative partnerships! Off you go into your future. What can you commit to Venus and Juno (and maybe ask a friend or three to hold you accountable, laugh and play with) to do each and every day, to partner with, to co-create your future? It doesn’t have to be big ~ it has to be about creation. Creating the new in your life. Creation is about making something. My dictionary says Creation is 1. the bringing of something into existence; 2. earth and its inhabitants: the world and everything on it; 3. something created by somebody: a product of human imagination or invention. You create your life anew every day when the sun rises again in the east! You are part of Creation! Create!
The People Speak
First - Mercury, the Venus...
From The Cosmic Path (thecosmicpath.com):
First up, Mercury moves out of Capricorn and into Aquarius on Monday. Expect brilliant ideas and fascinating things to arrive on your doorstep, mail box, inbox, email account and phone message box now that Mercury’s moved into Aquarius. FOLLOW UP!!! Or initiate! Or do something! This is a terrrrriiiiffic week to launch new stuff! Yes, launch even if Mars is retrograde ~ the new stuff is going to evolve like the rest of your life does. Just get it out into the world! ~ Retrogrades are part of life too! At least get a working prototype out to the world. Go for it! Label it a draft so you can revise it down the road when you want to!
Second, Venus joins with Juno, suggesting new partnerships start with things that are profitable, helping you grow, evolve or change. You are not your mother, your father, your family or your past. You are your current YOU ~ whatever you’ve grown to become! What are you? Who are you? I received an interesting email from two very creative friends, Wura and Ana, who wrote of watching a movie where one of the characters asks: why are we so afraid to try new things? Every day when we wake up we experience a new morning, it's never the same, it's always a first, and we're not afraid of morning. So they and two other artists began the year with the creation of a new calendar which complements their project of making art for 366 days ~ a painting or sculpture or writing or whatever new wants to emerge. Each of the four artists is taking the quadrant of the day they Love the most and blogging about their creative process. Read more about their project and the things they create at http://penzitspronouncedpants.blogspot.com/
From The Cosmic Path (thecosmicpath.com):
First up, Mercury moves out of Capricorn and into Aquarius on Monday. Expect brilliant ideas and fascinating things to arrive on your doorstep, mail box, inbox, email account and phone message box now that Mercury’s moved into Aquarius. FOLLOW UP!!! Or initiate! Or do something! This is a terrrrriiiiffic week to launch new stuff! Yes, launch even if Mars is retrograde ~ the new stuff is going to evolve like the rest of your life does. Just get it out into the world! ~ Retrogrades are part of life too! At least get a working prototype out to the world. Go for it! Label it a draft so you can revise it down the road when you want to!
Second, Venus joins with Juno, suggesting new partnerships start with things that are profitable, helping you grow, evolve or change. You are not your mother, your father, your family or your past. You are your current YOU ~ whatever you’ve grown to become! What are you? Who are you? I received an interesting email from two very creative friends, Wura and Ana, who wrote of watching a movie where one of the characters asks: why are we so afraid to try new things? Every day when we wake up we experience a new morning, it's never the same, it's always a first, and we're not afraid of morning. So they and two other artists began the year with the creation of a new calendar which complements their project of making art for 366 days ~ a painting or sculpture or writing or whatever new wants to emerge. Each of the four artists is taking the quadrant of the day they Love the most and blogging about their creative process. Read more about their project and the things they create at http://penzitspronouncedpants.blogspot.com/
Poetry for the People
I went with Mum to the backyard. We prepared eba and stew for everyone. When we got back to the room the photographer was fast asleep on the floor. We woke him up and he carried on with a conversation whose beginning eluded us. He ate with us, declined any more drinks, thanked and prayed for us and, wobbling at the door, he made a statement which touched us.
"You are my favourite family in the compound," he said.
Then he staggered out into the night. Me and Dad walked him to his door. Dad shook hands with him and we came back. Dad was silent, but he looked proud and tall and he didn't stoop under the memory of all those weights. When we passed the burnt van Dad paused and studied its form in the darkness. Then he touched me on the head, urging me on...
~Ben Okri, The Famished Road
"You are my favourite family in the compound," he said.
Then he staggered out into the night. Me and Dad walked him to his door. Dad shook hands with him and we came back. Dad was silent, but he looked proud and tall and he didn't stoop under the memory of all those weights. When we passed the burnt van Dad paused and studied its form in the darkness. Then he touched me on the head, urging me on...
~Ben Okri, The Famished Road
Monday, January 7, 2008
You may have already won!
Japanese Prints: Word/Poem/PictureSeptember 13–February 19
Pavilion for Japanese Art
Want to paint?
Have I got an assignment for YOU!
Check it ... if you're down to go to the show, let it inspire you, and create a 3x5(ish) painting or visual art piece using the tile, comment back. You may have already won!
First come, first served. (Although I may cunningly choose to serve up to 3.)
--Linguist
Try anything
Try anything to actualize your dream. There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening, that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. If you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is, nor how valuable, nor how it compares with other expressions, it is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly....to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You only have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open.
--Martha Graham
--Martha Graham
Today
Because I remember, I despair. Because I remember, I have the duty to reject despair.
(Elie Wiesel (b. 1928), Rumanian-born U.S. writer. Nobel lecture, Dec. 11, 1986, Oslo, Norway.)
(Elie Wiesel (b. 1928), Rumanian-born U.S. writer. Nobel lecture, Dec. 11, 1986, Oslo, Norway.)
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Poetry for the People
Nobody was poor, for everybody had the same precious things--the sunlight, the pure air, the wholesome water of the springs, the grass for a carpet, the blue sky for a roof, the fruits and flowers of the woods and meadows.
~Old Greek Stories by James Baldwin
~Old Greek Stories by James Baldwin
Ah morning, sweet morning ...
The night has overslept.I dreamt so many things
to say this morning, Saturday,
But kept my head under the pillow.
Dunnohow. Dunnowhy.
But alas ... as I slept
you created beauty and meaning.
Rest and unrest balanced out
giving ordinary in the end
it's extra prefix.
-L
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Friday, January 4, 2008
Poetry for the People
"Like cascading snowflakes in the interstellar night, the strange shapes and textures of the stars in the Snowflake Cluster abound in the Cone Nebula. These patterns result from the tumultuous unrest that accompanies the formation of the open cluster of stars known as NGC 2264. Bright stars from the cluster dot the field and they soon heat up and destroy the gas and dust mountains in which they formed. One such dust mountain is the famous Cone Nebula, visible in the above image on the left, pointing toward a bright star near the center of the field." Image Credit: NASA, JPL-Caltech, P. S. Teixeira (CfA)
Today is Night, the close of the first art day, and I love...
...that the linguist aka NIGHT posted at 12:48am....which is the beginning of NIGHT after all.
THE FEELERS FEELIN CRAZY!!
Ladies, I am amazed by our first Art Day. We speak so well to each other! If this is what I have to look forward to, my heart will explode by the end of the year due to the excitement. I can’t wait to make my next piece! This is going to be remarkable. I feel so blessed to be working with three such artistic women!!
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Soy Twilight
Did I ever tell you
about that time
I was nicknamed the
Princess of Soi Twilight?
Right. Um. Tell ya later.
(c) Linguist, The
2008
i love these conversations
sand rope earth pigments
yarn honey offerings
altar the sea and the journey
M for materialist
yarn honey offerings
altar the sea and the journey
M for materialist
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Noon Waning into Evening
Noon is quickly passing, another quarter of the day gone.
Twilight on the horizon, and soon will be night.
Hard to think about what night will bring when
so much goodness comes with the waning day.
Wax slowly, moonlight. Wax slowly.
Twilight on the horizon, and soon will be night.
Hard to think about what night will bring when
so much goodness comes with the waning day.
Wax slowly, moonlight. Wax slowly.
The rising sun brings the warmth of Noon.
Today marks the 1/2 point of the first day! The chill in the air makes me want to be home releasing inspired marks onto a new tile.....
Greetings Noon
Contrary to what is expected, the day has cooled off. Morning leads to noon, in this case: Noon.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Ah Beautiful Morning
The night bows its welcome.
Thanks you for laying this groove.
I am Samiya.
I am called the Linguist.
I am thought to be the Night.
I have much to say but sit now working on patience. Working on clear and easy breath. Hands beneath glutes to stay steady, wait to see what is about to come. Things are already coming. Woo wee.
You'd think I get to rest, since there are 3/4 of the day to go until my time arrives. But no. No rest at all, none for the night especially. It's time to push through the work-a-days, then work through night, while other folks sleep. I think that's how I like it. But right now, there's something about the morning that sits me up, hands beneath glutes, to take notice. Ahhhh.
Thanks you for laying this groove.
I am Samiya.
I am called the Linguist.
I am thought to be the Night.
I have much to say but sit now working on patience. Working on clear and easy breath. Hands beneath glutes to stay steady, wait to see what is about to come. Things are already coming. Woo wee.
You'd think I get to rest, since there are 3/4 of the day to go until my time arrives. But no. No rest at all, none for the night especially. It's time to push through the work-a-days, then work through night, while other folks sleep. I think that's how I like it. But right now, there's something about the morning that sits me up, hands beneath glutes, to take notice. Ahhhh.
Good Morning
It's morning.
I'm Morning
The Feeler
the emotional wreck of woman
eyes welled up
knitting
creating
expelling yarn and thread as if it were word
soft and sweet
emotionally unstable
artistically sound
Morning
Today I'll create. Being the first frightens and empowers me. My heart beats like an erratic drum, ringing in my ears, pounding throughout my body.
Welcome Morning.
In my email inbox this morning I received word that a dear colleague and friend living across the Atlantic Ocean, a wonderful artist/writer/cultural activist will also be making art every day for the next year:
http://everydaycreativity.blogspot.com/
So in both her honor and yours, Morning, I say welcome.
In my email inbox this morning I received word that a dear colleague and friend living across the Atlantic Ocean, a wonderful artist/writer/cultural activist will also be making art every day for the next year:
http://everydaycreativity.blogspot.com/
So in both her honor and yours, Morning, I say welcome.
~The Conceptualist
from the Materialist.....on our first morning
(they call me that because i like materials)
a large stage curtain blowing in the wind
yards and yards of muslin fabric the weave
the warp the weft rope twine thread, tons of thread
pins needles
the thimble (not to use, but as an object)
dripping wax to block out the dye
or cassava to keep the indigo from seeping
nets pulled in from the sea at morning
we all know how to make them
enjoying this 24 hours of morning
1/4 of the day
see you tomorrow at noon
M
a large stage curtain blowing in the wind
yards and yards of muslin fabric the weave
the warp the weft rope twine thread, tons of thread
pins needles
the thimble (not to use, but as an object)
dripping wax to block out the dye
or cassava to keep the indigo from seeping
nets pulled in from the sea at morning
we all know how to make them
enjoying this 24 hours of morning
1/4 of the day
see you tomorrow at noon
M
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