i think this discussion--

        it betrays too much anxiety 

        somehow to me is having too little faith in the work

        maybe i am just getting to be old idiot anymore

        i think the only questions with art are the practical ones

        relations among the materials
        
        how one works back and forth with them

        and they with on

        finding

        not searching

        the concrete --

        ways the concrete opens

        the materials in themselves already so vast dense fluid

        so many so much and deep ongoing

        "before one" be for one--"already here all the time"

        rhythms forms letters shapes colors movements 

        energy made visible

        plenty enough questions and materials to work with

        
        (for example recent inspiring and useful, enlightening discussion
sharing methods of making transfers--

        changing from lighter fluid to acetone and of the materials methods

        the different kinds of papers to use--so many--and how changed
with time--

        whole new worlds of possibilities!

        and sharing of knowledges leaned through practice by different
makers, workers--

        all this is practical

        the rest becomes beside the point

        art can be made with anything at anytime

        learning from the anything leads to particular things

        learning from anytime leads to learning discipline

        learning things and time

        forms and rhythms

        i live in continual chaos

        so what--from things and time arranngements are found among the
materials

        rhythms and forms

        "it is not the elements which are new, it is the order of their
arrangement"--Blaise Pascal

        is always best to be simple, which means truly thinking with
materials, the concrete--and from these finding the complexities, the
openings, what it is that one may make with the materials 
        with the forms and rhythms

        "with" them--together

        i do think the rest becomes anxiety --

        and is disruptive distracting and--discourse

        there are no theories without practice

        and with practice--is action, not "after the fact"

        or "pre-determined"

        not set limits

        but limits one is among

        which provoke,challenge, stimulate--

        the things the moments the materials the rhythms the forms

        light is simultanenously particle and wave

        materials and work are particulars, discrete, concrete
                --and wave, flowing in time--and with light, energy

                -movements

        working together
        

        is "an exchange"--


        as Don Cherry the jazz musician great trumpet player composer
player
of so many instruments reader of so many notations--

        wd say:

        "only a truly disciplined musician may play Free Jazz"

        practice--and materials  
        

        the study of sidewalk cracks--leads to new
scripts--arrangements--scorings--improvisations--with practice
        
        Mayakovsky in HOW ARE VERSES MADE  noting how a poet

works continuously--and every occaision every street corner every sound
every word is material to be constantly worked with with the rhythms

the forms--

        choice and "chance"--

                out of chaos, noise--arises music
         
                        "the attention and the care"

        
        actually in the early 1930s the great painter and ally with
Futurist poets Zaum poets ad worked with Mayakovsky on i think was 1912"
opera--

        Malevich, Kasmir Malevich

        wrote an essay on sloth

        in a sense ironic as at the time so much emphasis on WORK and
SOCIALIST REALISM

        --i.e.--the end in Russia of the great experimental arts and
poetries--

        the 'SLOTH' of abstraction, imagination, etc--Transrational Zaum,
the end of Mayakovsky and so many others--literally--or their silence--

                that subversive ability of the materials

                        simple as "white square on a white square"

to elude materialism
                        
                        while being immensely practical

                                when being practised--

        "Creation survives in fragments under the ruins of a world for
which we can no longer find expression>"

        (W. Weidle, qtd Hans Richter, DADA ART AND ANTI-ART 214)


        the fragments are the materials found
        
        "laying about"-

        from which arrangements of elements are made

        with forms, rhythms--

        ruins for which no longer expressions--made into something
other--presenting arrangements of lost expressions in "new found"
"orders'--"speaking--showing--telling--singing--dancing--living--to be
moved
among--

        a great workshop is mail art--as has themes, sizes, deadlines--

        and is non commercial non juried non returned--
        
        working with different limits yet giving all away so not hanging on

        is excellent continual open field to work in for learning

        materials, what sizes may offer, bring--suggest, present--

        the time dead lines--the themes--

        
        not to mention is communication among artists, publics--

        and keeps one working, finding--

        and "being in touch" with persons one is finding--

        practical also

        the activity brings forms and rhythms and is concrete

        learning with others, to and for

        so many to thank!

        and make things for-with attention and care

        simplicity, like honesty, best policy

        "you can't tear down the master's house with the master's tools"

        may find though there are many ways to make all kinds of other
houses

        for oneself and others and with them--

        with care and attention with rhythms, forms, concrete materials

        Alibaud, 1836,questioned as to his involvement in suspected by 
paranoid of the masses  police vast revolutionary
conspiracy in attempting to assassinate Louis-Phillipe:

        "The chief of the conspiracy was my head; the accomplices are my
arms".

        onwo/ards

dbc

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