Shine – Joni Mitchell

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DtFVIesWLpc

Listening to and loving the beauty and weird acceptance of all we hate.

Especially:

“Shine on lousy leadership”

Ha!

Shine

Joni Mitchell

Oh, let your little light shine
Let your little light shine
Shine on Vegas and Wall Street
Place your bets
Shine on all the fishermen
With nothing in their nets
Shine on rising oceans and evaporating seas
Shine on our Frankenstein technologies
Shine on science
With its tunnel vision, tunnel vision
Shine on fertile farmlands
Buried under subdivisions
Oh, let your little light shine
Oh, let your little light shine
Shine on the dazzling darkness
That restores us in deep sleep
Shine on what we throw away
And what we keep
Shine on Reverend Pearson
Who threw away
The vain old God
And kept Dickens and Rembrandt and Beethoven
And fresh plowed sod
Shine on good earth, good air, good water
And a safe place
For kids to play
Shine on bombs exploding
Half a mile away
Oh, let your little light shine
Let your little light shine, shine, shine
Shine on worldwide traffic jams
Honking day and night
Shine on another asshole
Passing on the right
Shine on all the red light runners
Busy talking on their cell phones
Shine on the Catholic Church
And the prisons that it owns
Shine on all the Churches
They all love less and less
Shine on a hopeful girl
In a dreamy dress
Oh, let your little light shine
Shine, shine, shine
Let your little light shine
Shine on good humor
Shine on good will
Shine on lousy leadership
Licensed to kill
Shine on dying soldiers
In patriotic pain
Shine on mass destruction
In some God’s name
Shine on the pioneers
Those seekers of mental health
Craving simplicity
They traveled inward
Past themselves
Let their little lights shine
May all their little lights shine

Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Joni Mitchell
Shine lyrics © Crazy Crow Music / Siquomb Music Publishing

 

Earth Crosses — Prints at Grater Goods coming up!

earth crosss postcard-vl1

A series of six prints on thick A2 cotton paper selected from

Gallery — Earth Crosses

The Earth Crosses images are a series that began as my Thousand Sketches project ended. The last image of the 1000 was #1000 Departing Force and it is part of this exhibition.

The images are a dialogue between the horizontal and the vertical. Opposites. All the images in the series are square. The vertical, perhaps the landscape, has as much space as the horizontal, perhaps the portrait aspect. Think dialectics, yin yang. I expect I’ll get to elaborate on the opening night. (Date TBA)

Louise Henderson — Christchurch Art Gallery

Detail of the next one.
Plain and Hills. 1936
Stream Broken River circa 1936–37
Samoan Woman in Yellow 1954
Portrait of Betty Curnow 1954
Bush Series No. 7 circa 1970
July 1987 part of the Twelve Months
The Twelve Months

Arthur Miller: Writer — Movie

Arthur Miller: Writer

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Bought this movie made by his daughter Rebecca Miller on Google Play and it worked on Chrome (not Safari) on the Mac, plugged into the TV.

Worth doing! The film about this man’s life is inspiring and moving. It had a big impact on me.

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We have been watching movies written and directed by his daughter Rebecca Miller and they are great. Full of life, intense, psychodramatic. Leaves us with lots to discuss.

Rebecca Miller movies

Rebecca Miller directed Angela and Personal Velocity: Three Portraits.
Personal Velocity: Three P…
Rebecca Miller directed Angela and Maggie's Plan.
Maggie’s Plan
Rebecca Miller directed Angela and The Ballad of Jack and Rose.
The Ballad of Jack and…
Rebecca Miller directed Angela and The Private Lives of Pippa Lee.
The Private Lives of…

Digital Sketches – desire of the pen

Since my project ThousandSketches I have continued to sketch.  Digital painting – but I like the term sketch.  Many of these are on my art website. That site is still there but I’ve deprecated it and tried to integrate it into this blog.  It’s a bit of a mess. Still, this blog becomes an art blog when you click the Art Category. Digital Sketches delivers just my own work.

I’m warming up to posting more.  I’ve beed reflecting on the delicacy of nature, and the crudeness of humanity’s sometimes beautiful desire to transcend itself.  This began with the earth crosses…  natural textures of landscape cut by something I think of as human presence, fast and bold.

That’s 12 years ago. “Green Peace”

Here is a recent one – not in the earth cross series but maybe in a new one.

Maybe it is called “Science”, or “Civilisation”.  Playing on the theme of putting borders or frames around art.

Do I put these in the container?  or are they better left wild?

Itchy pen.

 

 

Listened to the artist – Julia Holderness

Listened to a talk tonight by Julia Holderness

There was no mention of “the theatre workshops at the Bauhaus” that were in the blurb & what attracted me.

Wonderful exploration of metaxy, medial aspect, “truth”.

Exhibitions | University of Canterbury
— Read on www.canterbury.ac.nz/arts/schools-and-departments/school-of-fine-arts/exhibitions/

Working with a range of archival materials from the Macmillan Brown Library & Heritage Collections, Julia Holderness explores her own textile making alongside that of artist and teacher Florence Akins (1906-2012). Akins’ documents relate to her teaching of textiles at the Canterbury College School of Art, and include lecture notes and other instructional resources such as colour diagrams. Holderness reworks them and presents their possible entanglement with the international Bauhaus movement. Connections are also made with Florence Weir (1899-1979), currently the only known New Zealander to have studied at the Bauhaus. In 1936 Weir designed the costumes and sets for a local Christchurch production, and these were said to have been inspired by her time at the Bauhaus. The production was never staged publicly, and in the absence of any surviving documentation, Holderness imagines these designs in an appliqué series. This exhibition is part of a Visual Arts PhD in practice-led research at Auckland University of Technology, in which Holderness develops practices of fabrication, approximation and invention to interrogate archives and their construction of art-historical narratives.

“…construction of art-history.” ?

David Eagleman – Secrets of the Brain – audio – Kim Hill

https://www.radionz.co.nz/national/programmes/saturday/audio/2018642592/david-eagleman-secrets-of-the-brain

David Eagleman is very clear on

  • how we evolved
  • how we are evolving
  • education for spontaneity not content

Notice, again, how the cultural conserves stimulate creativity.

Now I want to watch the PBS doco

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Brain_with_David_Eagleman
AND

This book

Amazon
 

Later the same day!

Watched the first two episodes of the PBS series. They are on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BvPu2kYstcg

Very good. Well done. And yet as we watched we realised the misses a psychological dimension. Metaphor. Surplus reality. Theatre of truth.

For example. He shows some remarkable research about the implanting of false memories. But he draws the wrong conclusion. These memories my not be literally true, but literalism is the enemy soul. The story that is recontructed like dreams interpreted may have more meaning than the literal truths. Give the psyche a story, and it will use it to reveal depths.

 

 

Autopix

 

 

I called this an autopix when I did them. I could do the outline with my eyes shut.  Love to re-kindle.

http://www.thousandsketches.com/blog/?s=autopix

 

The Reader and the Writer

Just read this here:

The reader is the musician of the book

https://austinkleon.com/2018/04/23/shelf-life-2/

“Books are frozen voices, in the same way that musical scores are frozen music. The score is a way of transmitting the music to someone who can play it, releasing it into the air where it can once more be heard. And the black alphabet marks on the page represent words that were once spoken, if only in the writer’s head. They lie there inert until a reader comes along and transforms the letters into living sounds. The reader is the musician of the book: each reader may read the same text, just as each violinist plays the same piece, but each interpretation is different.”

—Margaret Atwood

This of course rhymes and echoes with the concept of the Canon of Creativity – conserves > warm up > spontaneity > creativity.

I’m writing this post as it goes well with a thought we developed recently about The Writer.

The writer is the servant of the vision.

The writer can give the voice to the vision.  The writer is not you, or the whole of you. The writer has a job to to.  The vision needs no bounds. The writer will prune and edit in a way the visionary can’t.

The discipline of the writer will paradoxically enhance the vision.