Wednesday, 30 December 2009

ambiguity 2


research-the twelve dancing princesses

"If you danced from midnight to six A.M.
 who would understand?
The runaway boy who chucks it all to live on 
the Boston Common 
on speed and saltines, pissing in the duck pond, 
rapping with the street priest,
 trading talk like blows, another missing person, 
would understand.
Once this king had twelve daughters, each more 
beautiful than the other. 
They slept together, bed by bed in a kind of girls' 
At night the king locked and bolted the door . 
How could they possibly escape? 
Yet each morning their shoes were danced to pieces. 
Each was as worn as an old jockstrap. 
The king sent out a proclamation that anyone 
who could discover where the princesses did their dancing 
could take his pick of the litter. 
However there was a catch. If he failed, 
he would pay with his life. 
Well, so it goes.
Next came the ball where the shoes did duty. 
The princesses danced like taxi girls at Roseland 
as if those tickets would run right out. 
They were painted in kisses with their 
secret hair and though the soldier drank from their cups 
they drank down their youth with nary a thought."
Anne Sexton

Tuesday, 1 December 2009

ambiguous, or the third gender

(the problem with making A3 images is that my scanner is too small and my camera is crap and the image always gets pixelated along the way...)

Sunday, 22 November 2009

Thursday, 19 November 2009

Monday, 16 November 2009

Saturday, 14 November 2009

Friday, 13 November 2009

Wednesday, 11 November 2009

Last night's dream

Last night I dreamt I was in a world of parrallels.
Two beds are next to each other in one room except one is in england and the other in france, miles and miles separate them and yet the people on it can see and hear each other as if they were inches apart, in one single room.
They can actually jump and swap beds, crossing seconds. As if it were nothing.
Then you are surrounded by demons wanting to play russian roulette. thy wear black suits with red ties and they laugh and they laugh.
You are a demon yourself but you have to protect the other person, the one from the other bed, you close the doors and use the lock hoping it will keep the ghosts at bay, lurking in the shadows. so you smoke a cigarette, sitting on a high wooden chair. In fact it all happens in one room. At the end you're stuck on your side and you can't jump on the other bed anymore, you can't hear the other person. the borders have closed.
Then someone, my brother maybe, asks me to point my foot, like a dancer. and bends it.

Saturday, 7 November 2009

Tuesday, 3 November 2009

Dreaming of New York

the pressure cooker

work inspired by Jean Dominic Bauby's book : the diving bell and the butterfly

Day trip to providence, Rhode Island

Providence rhode Island suspended in time with all it's inhabitants hidden
and it's churches closed on mondays
A city of absentees and crazies where cars spit out silence
I long for a home that doesn't exist
A memory transfigured and magnified
I long for people traced along the lines of others, people in technicolor,
amplified by memory and wishful thinking
Aren't they always?
Tall geometric shapes in providence
Playthings for giants
Lifeless and silent.

chalk dreams

this is a dream from a year ago or so, it was a train station, i was looking for my nephew. the place was empty and huge, i could here my footsteps