Monday, February 21, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
I will preface with the fact that if you are not a big fan of stop motion animation, you should run away screaming - a minor in adult fairytale fan-hood is also recommended.
Blood Tea and Red String, 2006 by Christiane Cegavske has it's own pace.
I first watched it very out-of-sorts in the middle of the night. I watched it the second time - again in the middle of the night - two nights ago. The DVD sits, un-returned to Netflix, as I contemplate a third viewing. There is something to be learned here. Although rough around the edges, it is meticulously detailed where fitting. Although long and windy, it never loses itself.
I need this lesson somehow. I plan to watch until I figure out exactly what it is trying to tell me.
I had begun to get off track with my work, almost apologetically. If I am looking for aesthetic absolutes, I should program my computer to draw a perfect circle, close the shop and dedicate the rest if my life to drinking very bad wine.
Friday, February 4, 2011
it came to me that perhaps success was pushing forward, rather than a constant attempt at suppression. In my own patients I have seen ever-increasing shackles eventually lead to a state of walking death. What measures can be deemed drastic in such a dismal prognosis? What further harm could there be in intentional exploring the inevitable? It was with this mindset that I chose to abandon conventional reason, to take controlled steps into the uncontrollable - it is from deep within this experiment that I will attempt to describe my results.