Friday, September 30, 2005
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Bomb shell beauty
May God accept you among the martyrs
We’ve come a long way, baby
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
this is from the bird conservitory at the ROM culleton i drew theis especially for you enjoy. i have finished my first scketch book in under 4 months. now to double the collection
I was lead to Steiner partly through the group of Seven who were for the most part THEOSOPHISTS. Steiner founded the theosophy society. I came to this area of study originally in University while studying the connection between magic and art.
This dude is interesting because it seems like he had his hand in many influential pots of the period.
Steiner characterized history as essentially shaped by changes formed through a progressive development of human consciousness. The activity of individualised human thinking was seen as a relatively recent advance which led to the dramatic developments of the Renaissance and the Industrial Revolution. In his epistemological works, he advocated the Goethean view that thinking itself is a perceptive instrument for ideas, just as the eye is a perceptive instrument for light.
He characterized his system of Anthroposophy as follows:
"Anthroposophy is a path of knowledge, to guide the spiritual in the human being to the spiritual in the universe... Anthroposophists are those who experience, as an essential need of life, certain questions on the nature of the human being and the universe, just as one experiences hunger and thirst."
Steiner developed an organic style of architecture for the design and construction of some seventeen buildings. The most significant of these are the first and second Goetheanums. These two structures, both built in Dornach, Switzerland intended to house a University for Spiritual Science.
Im glad someone in this group has the common sense to plan ahead a little bit.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
In the year King Dubya
I saw the Lord:
He was high
And lifted up
And his glory filled the temple.
The late summer darkness
outside an abandoned
prairie landscape emptiness
endless in all directions,
Greening the sky
Greeting me eye
And lo, the veil of our blindness
Heavily before me
Deeper than the night
darker than the forever blackness of the trees.
And I understood whole worlds
on the other side
And the trees breathed then,
sighed with understanding
and looked at me,
And I grew cold,
‘not yet…not yet.’
And then later,
Lying on our backs
staring up at the sky,
I touched your lips
With a hot orange coal,
That glowed in the darkness
In the tent of Josey the prophet.
and we thought then of hands,
that hold the glowing coal
that touches the lips
The lips that speak the words
that make us whole.
And the veil was pulled back then,
The whole sky shimmered,
Fervent Jehovah himself,
Descending on us,
And outside the church
The winds sang, angelic with joy:
Though I understand all mysteries
And have not love
Wow, I profoundly absorbed the Equinox this year. As if the moment it past a new filter was placed over the lens of my soul.
It feels like some kind of heavily distorted reverb type of thing. But I think somebody turned down the volume a bit also. I feel a bit dim.
Nostalgia for all automns past.
Its harvest time. Let us prepare for the Winter.
Monday, September 26, 2005
the guardrail is weathered
pock-marked with oxidized bubbles.
The basin is green pooling to burnt brown
and cut on the north
by a stream that swirls between eroded rocks.
The stream rolls
like a standard in the wind
or silver hair
laid at the feet of a corpse.
An offering for coming so far
out into the wild!
An autumn bird glides overhead
warming its belly against the earth.
Its shadow caressing the sharp blades of grass.
fingers in the dirt.
and lips blue without blood.
I’m carving a circle
to preserve my state of nature.
From outside this circle
you can have none of what’s mine.
From inside this circle life is short lived.
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Friday, September 23, 2005
Thursday, September 22, 2005
... as Cara gets some tunes going on her computer and Dan has a snack.
The following many images, in order, will show the set-up and the opening for our show BUGS, an exhibit of art by tree planters.
Cara, by the way, is Cara Yeates. She's an actor and playwright from Vancouver and was here doing her treeplanting play "Knee Deep in Muck." In Vancouver she works at the Butchershop, which is an indy gallery that's kinda similar to the Label.
and Dan is Dan Saidman, who runs the Label gallery.
Thanks to Dan, Cara, Jenni Reeder who did the catalogue and endless grunt work without ever complaining, Josey Krahn, and me, Lorne.
Thanks also to our generous sponsors-- The Label, Organicum Press, and others. You know who you are.
By 1 a.m., though, Jenni couldn't hack it and fell asleep on the chair.
(Actually, don't let this pic fool you. This is probably the only time Jenni has slept in the last month. Without her, this show wouldn't have happened, and the catalogues would've sucked.)
After a year of research, months of emailing, zillions of hours in lost sleep, worry, cleaning, brainstorming, working together to build consensus, hammering nails, and the generous gifts of some sponsors and some great art to exhibit, THE SHOW IS SET UP!!!!!!