Understanding How Experiences Arise
posted by tearful dishwasher at 7:14 AM
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
About Me
- Name: tearful dishwasher
- Location: U.S. Outlying Islands
Fully engaged in the whole catastrophe
Previous Posts
- Failure
- In Which Things Are Explained, But Not Revealed
- Deja Vu or Something Like It
- Up Late
- Noelle
- Welcome to the Center of The USA
- MECHANISM OF THE YELLOW CHAIR
- Two sides of the same coin
- Ms. Finch Visits the Bucket of Blood
- Ugly
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wow. i get a totally opposite feeling looking at this.
what i see is a blind faith in technology that harkens back to when technology involved equipment large and heavy, usually made of steel, and that in itself was one of the reasons we trusted it would deliver us to a better world.
since the techno gadgetry has developed and become mostly personal- plastic, handheld and portable- technology has become as fallible and as treacherous as the rest of the personal aspects of our lives.
from behemoth worshipped blindly, to what is as fallible and as tangled as the rest of life, the technological age has suffered the same fate as much of our old belief systems. perhaps more innocent- yes; perhaps we feel nostalgic for it, but like the buffalo----for the most part, it's disappeared.
k.
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i agree, jim. i love the variety of interpretations! that's where- unless something is completely dadaist in conception- art has it all over words. words lead.....art suggests. and what it suggests turns into a kind of rorschach test that may vary from one day, one hour to the next what you see in a piece. it's so alive that way.
k.
Now, that is a cool exchange.
I love to see the image spark so much thought and emotional reaction...thanks so much for posting them.
For me the piece has many layers of quasi-realised meaning....I see a factory where experiences are released into existence by an enlightened worker, I see how technology exists as both slave and master to us, I see a woman trapped in mind-numbing labor but whose mind is free, uncapturable, I see the mechanistic-deterministic world view vs the more spiritual, I see them in harmony as well....the list goes on.
The ladies are working in an olive oil factory in Italy, circa 1950's.
Jim, Karen, thank you both.
Scott
karen and jim are kinda weird, they mirror each other all the time. as if they are one..
scott, u are a cool cop.
:)
well - i'm getting a nuclear transmission from this one..
Your work scott, whatever medium - has always given me the heebe jeebies - this no exception - I suppose some would say that a sign of talent on your part..or perhaps reflection on my interior world..hehh..
...most times a cigar is
simply a cigar - yes, i'm sure of it.
profile photo by the way, looks awfully familiar... is it recent? perhaps I saw you at the company barbq ehh?
thinking in colour - after all these yrs
i would love to see a recent interp of yourself done-up in collage -- like you've done the others'here.
anywho..
thanks for the ongoing opportunity to view these different mediums - your "works" spiffy web/blog white font on black backdrop.
best
inparanoia
doG
Hey, doG-
What a nice surprise! Glad you dropped in, glad you like what you're seeing here. Hope you'll come by often.
What about you? Wanna submit to the 'process'?
The offer stands.
yrs-
Scott
AhhhHaaaaaaaaaaa!
hey cutie.... process, wanna, well.. i tell ya .. I'm not much fur proCess..
more uvafreelancer..my self-->,,, but i'm sure somebodies goat a pic of me or two..emily style with a smilin younger twin. heh.? someone dark?
.. i'm all out of sorts... just listened to dj's adiO's of old things n reminded me of forgetting to put that left-over loonie i didn't think i'd ever use, or just maybe forget i had.. anyway, put it in the parcel i sent off today// well, as usual i forgot..forgetful, so it's still in my wallet along with a couple of antelope dg reginas...oh well.. it's all Good.
Take care buzz.
don't get too-tall ok
luv me.
P.P.S
Oh! what are you reading these days btw?
Stan Ding
doG
Oh, this is, mm, I worked in the factory for 15 years, building airplanes. I wrote 2 novels while I was there, and countless poems. I drew in the stairwells and on the flightline and in the bathrooms when I could. I learned how to cook from the Filipinas and how to fight from the teamsters. I worked until my hands gave out.
Its no use trying to create anything before you have worked until your hands gave out, before you've been
broken down and had to put yrself back together.
Yr broken bones give the soup flavor.
yrs-
Scott
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