Early Afternoon Abstraction #910......to be incorporated into my 'take' on The Harrower-Erickson Multiple Choice Rorschach Test......What another sees is not inside my head any more than what I see is in another's head.......excepting common associations that are stapled by the hard-wiring of our anticipatory projections.....

Abstract Photograph #......

I've spent enough time in my Dark Labyrinth.........and have heard from pink-faced Hittite griffins that watch from behind dark clouds, that I need a little honey with the whey in my golden bowl.......where are those bread crumbs that I left along the way, Petronius? I'm hungry for some sweet nectar and a cake of manna, be it bdellium....be it but the whooshing of butterfly wings.......

In Response to Ian Gregg's question about Ryan's 'very' short film......

Ian Gregg: Scribble... Help me... Mourn... Father... RYAN WHAT DOES IT MEAN? ...... My reply: [Obviously, with two finger rubs of non-iodized salt, a nonsequitous allegory for the lost parameters of ex-Olympic has beens, trapped in a Purgatory of relics on pegboard and the 'destructs' of Antonioni's early 1970's Films, Ian.......There's a small cobalt salt cellar under the stairs, if you need to season this yourself, remembering that each granule of sodium chloride, with its associative inclusions, improves both flavor, substance and the virtual somethingness that aspires to Meaning........]

The Pretenses of Modernity

After viewing so many insipid photographs of unreflectively pedestrian realities, I am driven, again, to abstraction....but not without the semblance of Kinemacolored veneers.....perhaps, well surely, an after-effect of having viewed bits and pieces of a Ginger Rogers/Carol Channing Film this morning @ 6 am......with it's mid-50's saturation by naive presentiments of Modernity.....Yet, even now, we are reconfigured to represent the same mores and sentiments of a century ago......Women, still corseted, painted, powered, hair-do'ed, and lipsticked, now market the Idiocies that were once always instigated and formalized into societal constructs by Men.....as Men, losing sexist control, don the frocks and eyeliners that a few women have surreptitiously abandoned in revulsion, even disgust......or, does Pop Culture accentuate and perpetuate the Divide, masked in the same old drag? Truth is the unglamorous servant of Glamour, as it has always been......