This a clip form a new multi channel video that
I am working on. The finished work will be seen at
Red Saw Gallery in Newark in June. The working
title is Creating a Forest Where None Exists.
Here are a few more clips from the project:
I use this blog to "work out" ideas. Many but not all of the things you see here will eventually become art works in the physical world. As a child I thought I would "grow up" and become a writer, as a result much of my work starts as text based strings of thought.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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