y concentrar en un solo centÃmetro el contenido de varios metros enteros
(recuÃ©rdame cuando se me olvide)
y concentrar en un solo centÃmetro el contenido de varios metros enteros
(recuÃ©rdame cuando se me olvide)
“When you seem finally to have made up your mind to spend the evening at home, when you have put on your smoking-jacket and settled down after supper with a light on the table to the piece of work or the game that usually occupies you till bedtime, when the weather outside is so unpleasant that it makes staying at home the obvious thing to do, when by now you have been sitting quiet at the table for so long that to go out would cause general astonishment,when the staircase is anyhow dark now and the front door locked, and when despite all this you get to your feet in a sudden fit of restlessness, change your jacket, promptly reappear dressed for the street, explain that you have to go out and after a brief word of goodbye actually do so, estimating the degree of irritation you may have left behind from the force with which you slam the flat door, when you then rediscover yourself down in the street, your limbs responding with particular agility to the unexpected freedom you have procured for them, when you feel all your decisiveness concentrated within you as a result of this one decisive act, when it strikes you with more than usual significance that your power to effect the swiftest of changes with ease and to cope with it outstrips your need to do so, and when in such mood you go striding down the long streets, – then for the space of that evening you have completely broken out of the ranks of your family, which veers off into the void, while you yourself, firm as can be, black with your sharpness of outline, slapping the back of your thighs, rise up to your true stature.
All this is intensified still further if at so late an hour of the evening you look up a friend to see how he is.”
Searching for something else in my Gmail I ran across these images by Joshua Ray, which he sent me once upon a time, just before flying to Mexico City for a TÃ³xico project. Mmm. I like. Mucho.
Their natural mother died of AIDS. They where three of them, two of them twins; the twins where born with the virus. The Foster Parents visited them at the hospital. Wanted to decide if it was a good idea to take them in, weighed the pro’s and cons. They took them in. They kids called them Mr. Father and Mrs. Mother for a while.Â They have been together now for four years. The images are by photographer Adam Panczuk, from the series Foster Family. Nice.
(I will walk very quickly at night so quickly until a specific leaf falls from a random tree)
Images by Adam Panczuk, from the Actors series”
Says Lens Culture Blog:
“Adam Panczuk is working on a project depicting the transformation of a Polish village. His focus is on the relationship between human beings and nature, on the essence of humanity in relation to the earth and the seasons, and on passing away and birth as inseparable elements. The Actors series shows amateur actors from the folk theater company â€Czeladonka” based in Lubenka (near the border of Poland and Belarus). They perform scenes based on old customs and rituals passed down through generations. The actors are farmers, who work in the fields during the day, only working on the plays in the evening.Â Often a show is performed by a whole family â€“ sometimes three generations of actors take part in a single performance.”
Alice laughed: “There’s no use trying,” she said; “one can’t believe impossible things.”
“I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was younger, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast…”
-Alice In Wonderland, by Lewis Carroll
Images by Clare Rojas
“The woman sits in the semi darkness of what appears to be a living room. She is alone. Her eyes are red rimmed and still. At her throat is a bandage that seams together a long surgical incision. She fixes you with a knowing gaze. If you thought you could hide or pretend in the face of that gaze, forget it. She has your number, sheâ€™s figured you out and she knows a hell of a lot more than you do about life and pain and love.
This image of Doug DuBoisâ€™ mother is from his book â€¦.all the days and nights. Published by Aperture, it contains 62 images spanning 25 years. In the mid 1980â€™s DuBois began photographing his family just before his father suffered a fall from a commuter train. This event and the challenges his family faced during his fatherâ€™s convalescence set in motion an unraveling of sorts that plays out in subtle ways throughout the book.”
(Amy’s great TÃ³xico Workshop is going on as I write. We have been going over many other photographer’s work, and many books, including Dubois’. Above an excerpt from an article Amy just wrote for Ahorn Magazine. Read the rest here.)
Amy Stein’s “Domesticated” series is about isolation and our new relationships with nature; or rather, natureÂ´s new relationship with our human world. The shots were constructed from newspaper and oral stories, and in most of the cases the animals are stuffed. All though it is somewhat difficult to imagine these type of scenarios while living in Mexico City, paradoxically, we are also used to being able to buy endangered species in subway stations and to hearing about lions eating their owners or escaping from public (and private) zoos.
More Amy Stein:
And more more Amy Stein at the TÃ³xico Workshop that is going on right now somewhere in Mexico City as you read this post.
(More more more soon, here.)
(Y un artÃculo el jueves o viernes en El Ãngel del Reforma)
(Imagen de Amy Stein, de la serie Stranded)
SÃ. Amy llega a MÃ©xico esta tarde. Weeew! Ya queremos empezar. El TÃ³xico Workshop se llenÃ³ desde el primer dÃa una vez mÃ¡s. (Gracias gracias a todos. Nos intoxica, sin duda, ese tipo de respuestas.)
InformaciÃ³n de la conferencia pÃºblica muy pronto.
Â«Is it possible to communicate not by “making known,” but by “making understood how little we know”? If we can recognize that we know so little, a method for finding out how little we know will become clear as well. As the Greek philosopher Socrates remarked, “The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.” There are an infinite number of methods to attain knowledge; finding the right method is up to the individual. This single idea throws conventional communication methods into reverse. I call this method “exformation,” as a counterpart concept to “information.” “In” is to “ex” as “inform” is to “exform.” In their words, I want to speculate on the form as well as the function of information, not for making things, but for making things unknown.Â»
-Hara, Kenya. “The Process of Making Things Unkown” -
(Gracias seÃ±or Santiago)
Images by Tanyth Berkeley.
Says the fantastic AmericanSuburbX website:
Tanyth Berkeley likes the special ones.
She likes the pale ones, the large headed types, the big bodies and the long giraffe necks. She likes the Robert Crumb shapes and the vampire faces, the glowing white skin and the men-in-dresses with womanly laces. She likes the eyes set back in the skull or the shoulders holding up those big heads that are smashed in like a pretty pumpkin in certain places. Her specialty is the awkward, the rare flower, the big cheek boned and special feminine shells and large sizes and different races. And what about those “beautiful” humans. What about the “blessed” ones that run around naked with their skinny bodies in the fields and the forest, all pretty and young, perfect skin and perfect faces. The free ones that climb naked and glistening in trees to let the gold sun reflect from their perfect skin as they celebrate their perfect shapes.
“You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.”
“The best way to invent the future is to predict it”
John Perry Barlow – The Future of Prediction (2004)
“The best way to predict the future is to invent it”
Alan Kay – Early meeting in 1971 of PARC, Palo Alto Research Center, folks and the Xerox planners
Susurrus: a whispering or rustling sound; a murmur.
And Schaffner says:
“There are moments when I want to slow things down. I stare and imagine those moments on hold. It is like when someone says ‘pssst’ and you stop and listen for a short while. Afterwards, things continue in their usual way… some images continue to hum though. Taking photographs is one way of creating a sense of continuity in life. Photographs never end, but perhaps new images can stop the old ones from haunting us.”
(murmur into the mind past my mind)
“The only strict and honest path. Making no finite demands. Conceding no limitation-regardless of the way chosen. Not even when striking out toward infinity. Demanding of an individual that this person be whatever he or she is, or will be. Knowing nothing except fascination. Never stopping at the apparent limit.”
Look at them until you love ‘em. Attempt, at least. Sigh. I do.
The fantastic photographer Amy Stein will be giving a TÃ³xico Workshop in Mexico City from June 17 – June 23, in English.
Today we received a couple of emails from photographers and artists from living in other countries, asking if it is possible to attend.
Yes! We always have a couple of places for international guests; quite a few people have flown in for different TÃ³xico workshops.
And flights to Mexico City and hotels are cheaper than ever, and the city is as delirious and fantastic as always.
If you require more info please write to email@example.com. We will also be glad to help with hotel arrangements, depending on your budget.
â€œIt is easy to forget how mysterious and mighty stories are. They do their work in silence, invisibly… Beware the stories you read or tell: subtly at night, beneath the waters of consciousness, they are altering your world.â€
â€“ Ben Okri, Nigerian authorâ€“
“We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us”
“An ars erotica, then, which would teach, not only skills in obtaining pleasure and acceding to their powers, but an aesthetics of bodies and of pleasures and of their powers. What could an ars erotica be in the age of bio-political administration? ”
Alphonso Lingis-Foreign Bodies
“I think it is about wanting to live within my work. It’s about treating it as a container rather than allowing the content to become dominant.”
-Mathew Barney, interviewed by Doug Aitken for “Broken Screen”-
Images by PeterÂ Sutherland
(“Have I told you? I am learning to see.”
-Rainer Maria Rilke-)