Well, I have not been making images very much in the last couple of years. I have concentrated all my efforts on developing work with sound. And it has been going well, but my web presence was more at SoundCloud than here. Speaking of which, I am considering moving to BandCamp.
So after much waiting, I have finally taken the step and upped my game in the digital imaging world with the purchase of a new and really nice camera.
I am fascinated with work sites.
Eyes closed, wide shut
Lashes lashed to interior spaces
Spaces rife within a rut
A hand full of aces.
Hold, Fold
A story so very old
A wager on the odds of losing everything
A match slowly sparking.
Closed as slits, opened to the inside. Eyes looking internally for sparks and misfires, signs of loss of circuitry, excess of voltage unchecked.
Trying to avoid too much personal detail in these posts. It is difficult seeing where I am and have been for a good while. Suffering the consequence of a mixture of medical substances to help control too many issues with my bowels and my brains. On is perhaps equal to the other but needing different profilaxis all leading to seizure and discombobulations.
Sense of time altered, hours run into minutes and hours run into days, not in any particular order. It is omission and commission and often par for course on this weird GPS track. I am hoping to make a map of it all, with a starting point and an exit point where I leave this world of whirligigs and bobs and bits. Small pieces of puzzles without a reference.
New information gleaned during one of the tests, some strange swelling of the lymph nodes on the right side of my neck. There was a biopsy and nothing malignant was found. I will be fascinating to see where the course of treatment will lead me.
Between the ears, a textured and snowy surface. Vegetation struggling with the unfriendly season to find peace in dormancy.
Another brief from the Articles and from the Health Sciences Centre. An odd name for a hospital to be honest, a place of care and healing as well as a place for experiments and alchemy. Lovely.
Sadness seems to be my trusted companion, with it happiness and anger and hunger divide their time on my desire and imagination. I would not return to this place by choice, but it is a journey well worth undertaking. One learns both to love humanity and despise it just as much.
Alliances are fickle things, like a spurned lover, or a drunkard husband they seek to destroy all that is respectable in order to fulfill an inordinate need to possess total control on desire. Theirs and others.
At least Jacques Lacan thought that, he wrote of the Other with a capital “o” to name the object of desire, to make it an entity as real as the table you are sitting at. We succumb to our desire for the Other, we are crewel to the Other, we try hard to destroy the Other. We call it desire, but it is murder.
Spotted helipad in the great north, layered and juxtaposed with flesh and body. Again.