Reading days....
Aug. 26th, 2004 10:04 pmAnnie Dillard's 'Teaching a Stone to Talk'. What can I say about this brilliant woman who leads me by the hand back to amazement and wonder each time I read her.
Then nibbling at chapters in Lynn Margulis and Dorion Sagan's 'What is Life?', trying to wrap my mind around a the little fact that termites have been around (and working collectively) for 200 MILLION YEARS. !!!!!
I'm really having trouble with numbers like these. I go backwards slowly...from now,2004...trying to visualize/SEE the Earth in the 1300s....750 AD....100 AD.....450 BC....1000 BC...5000 BC...*crackle*...at 10,000 BC I am at a breaking point. My brain just can't do it. One more step and it's toast. Brain explosion. And they're talking oh...200 MILLION YEARS!!!!
We, this species, we are such a teeny blip, maybe some random mutation that will only exist in this form for a comparative minute..and then become...???
I collect my brain parts and go take a beach break with Bunny and B.
Then
Wet painting in the studio...letting it flow and become fractal gorgeousness. Cells appearing...mysterious forms. Paintings that paint themselves. The opposite of my other pieces. I worry that I may have to reconcile these two styles somehow...how to explain.. they are so different. One super-controlled, architectural,technical, tight, obsessive. The other loose, flowing, organic, yielding.
Ah, who knows. But it's so good to be painting.
Then nibbling at chapters in Lynn Margulis and Dorion Sagan's 'What is Life?', trying to wrap my mind around a the little fact that termites have been around (and working collectively) for 200 MILLION YEARS. !!!!!
I'm really having trouble with numbers like these. I go backwards slowly...from now,2004...trying to visualize/SEE the Earth in the 1300s....750 AD....100 AD.....450 BC....1000 BC...5000 BC...*crackle*...at 10,000 BC I am at a breaking point. My brain just can't do it. One more step and it's toast. Brain explosion. And they're talking oh...200 MILLION YEARS!!!!
We, this species, we are such a teeny blip, maybe some random mutation that will only exist in this form for a comparative minute..and then become...???
I collect my brain parts and go take a beach break with Bunny and B.
Then
Wet painting in the studio...letting it flow and become fractal gorgeousness. Cells appearing...mysterious forms. Paintings that paint themselves. The opposite of my other pieces. I worry that I may have to reconcile these two styles somehow...how to explain.. they are so different. One super-controlled, architectural,technical, tight, obsessive. The other loose, flowing, organic, yielding.
Ah, who knows. But it's so good to be painting.