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Wednesday, March 3, 2010

HOW?


RED NOTEBOOK p 8

"How?

Intuitive process?
The comingling of 
poetic and analytic 
truths?A ranting 
and sometimes still 
voice improvising 
spiritual growths 
upon the taut 
skin of structure 
and inquiring objects?

"Are there particular forms the artwork should take, certain combinations of ideas or materials that might expedite and embody the process?

"The exclusivity of the event 'Exhibit A' may afford it a certain independant existence.  If I put a song on and leave my house, the song is still existing in my home.  The dimensions and durations of the rooms there are altered by the playing of the song.  This is true on a molecular level: the vibrations of sound stir the air and penetrate physically the walls and structure.  And I am altered by knowing the song plays, though I cannot hear it."  

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