Bien le bonjour cher David-Baptiste,
merci de suivre mon site,
I'm in Paris at home these days,
for the moment i surf on the web, draw on paper, programme some Shockwaves
animations and web page in Php, read Foucault and Derrida for research on
Archive. Saw Yoko ONO on TV magazine about Sex and Rock'n Roll (produced by
the BBC, so maybe you have seen it) .
A few weeks ago, i went to London to see the Modern Tate witch has big
collection of Contemporary Art. By train now London seems to be very near
from Paris. It takes less time to go to London than to go in the South of
France!
The transports gives us almost the same ubiquity than internet, maybe in the
future we'll can, like Captain Kirk in Star Trek, teletransport us in
another part of the World without leave our chair.
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From: David-Baptiste Chirot
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Sent: Tuesday, August 10, 2004 1:17 AM
Subject: RE: FLUXLIST: where is everyone?/salut phillipe
Cher copain Phillipe:
je suis comme toujours frequement a ton site--je te remercie bien pour ce
don a toute le monde!
i am in milwaukee making paintings from clay impressed wtih found objects
and letterings, carved faces among them made with the tiny tool for
extracting nut meat meats from their shells-i make these in the clay, then
apply spray paint, poster paint, nail polish, stage blood water color,
acrylic, inks--and rub/brayer these onto paper-
this is actually like having a very simple printing press--crossed with a
very crude wood blocking!-
i have also incised into woods and impressed them--most of the pieces i sue
are from car parts, broken signs, licnese plates, anyting with raised or
incised letterings--out for a smoke here i just found some excellent dog
licenses to use! interesting forms and lot of official lettering--machine
parts i find--and some i have to take off of their attached surfaces by
means of files, pliers, steel rods, brute force!-
the faces which emerge from out of the clay and objects and hand
efforts--are from a sort of distillation of myraids of those seen daily and
as well in memory and dream--
also made some rubBEings from some signs and from an ancient POLICE CALL
BOX--
a day in many ways is a kind of distillation, as these images are--of the
markings around and within being human--
although unlike distillation or subliming in chemistry--my way is to include
the dross, the ephemera, the rough edged, broken fragments, as part of the
arrangement-
for all the thought perhaps emotion and so forth one can write of about
it--in the end, it looks very crude!
i am sure many small children make far more interesting and exciting works
than these--
these are also to me sound perfornance scores-and for some i amdoing
accompaying sound poetry ararnegemnts--of torn letters and syllables form
newspapers-
they are to amount hopefully into a book almost done, which in turn as ever
leads into another one--
a kind of seriality of seereality--see reality seer reality sear
reality--but NOT surreality--
emerging and making images and sounds--whence do they come?--that's the fun
of it--!
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