Enlarging the text on the photocopier, to render the text unrecognisable; glitch. Mindless copying often throws up stuff.
Loving the edges of the text slipping, breaking up, rough edges not clear at all.
200% / 400% words become marks, devoid of meaning.
A2 tracing paper, light box, white pen, black pen. Trace round shapes. Overlay. Draw only sections of words, render them useless. Slight reveals of partially formed language.
If the paper moves by accident, follow it, make news marks. Jumbled obliterated a glitch in the system. Mutations.
Delicate marks, hand of the maker. Will add cutouts, stitch. So the work is detailed, has held time. Beauty.
And then destroy it. Pointless destruction. Perfect.
Better for being back with materials, the physicality of simple materials. I have always loved working with tracing paper, not only in an obvious way of the translucency, but the paper itself, half paper, half plastic but not in between, it is its own. It is brilliant to draw on and cut through, it holds itself. and it runs through the machine great, with or without thread. The simple black and white of the text is perfect for this.
The process of making is a meandering one. After a few days of block, of struggle, you come out the other side after an interaction with a material and suddenly you are back absorbed in the delicious art of making.
What should have been here is ....
Henri Bergson. Time, temporality, non-linear
Jean-Paul Sartre; Existentialism & Humanism
Text & Textile Etymology
Liminality
Newmaterialism / materialities
Human exceptionalism
Jaques Derrida Theory of Trace





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