Art Week #3

"The Cursed Circus"

More photographs of this unique dance troupe here.

. . . 

I am listening to "Bilar" by Ratatat. The feel of this song goes something like how I would imagine walking through a dense metal yard stacked high with shadowed figures with sharp edges during deep sunset while tripping on some psychedelic. Or, just as fair, something like this. 

This week was another week of slow progress, but progress was made nonetheless. I have brought together my varying intimacies with poetry, art, and photography (geez) into five distinct "projects". One of these projects gained a new entry this week, with a poem I wrote entitled,

I sat by the sea

—Then I threw my body in

To let loose of it, be through it with

Voilà! C’est la fin.

For today, the sea was crashing

A mad thrash into the rocks

. . . 

14 juillet

In fact, that is not the end. The poem is only a bit longer. One day I'll share the rest. Here is where I sat.

Recall my obsession with all things Alice in Wonderland. Well, during a gay pride/rights march in Nice yesterday, a pleasant reassurance fell into my lap... 

I took this as a sign, if anything. So in good taste and due to my unlimited enthusiasm for Lewis Carroll's brain child, I have mentally dedicated most of my effort to a project that I started this past winter, one that concerns solely my poor Alice. It is titled The Alice Tree, for now, after the drawing I posted. Poor Alice, helplessly subjected to the tossing and trembling of my imagination... 

Last week I said I would fill 18 boxes. I filled 12, which suffices. 

This week, I enlarged two of the mini-sketches. 

Detail: the letter on each door. can you find the hidden detail in the bottom sketch?
hint: "You would find me in the Cursed Circus."

Explanation: this is "Mist/La Brume" and her distress, to which poor Alice has befallen. 

Can you see what is happening in the first sketch? 

Next week will see progress with Mlle. Haze and her own trickery. 

I really, really need to start practicing with paints and evaporate these ideas onto canvas. These sketches can't stay in ink on paper forever. I guess the saying is true: you can't have mist without heat. Meanwhile, I should get my hands on a pretty, hardback copy of Alices Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass. Surprises, surprises, I have yet to read either one.

come fall, pedal to the metal, don't let the dust settle,

rossi