The Calculation

You went into the kitchen cupboard, got yourself another hour
And you gave half of it to me
We sat there looking at the faces of these strangers in the pages
Till we knew 'em mathematically

They were in our minds until forever but we didn't mind
We didn't know better

So we made our own computer out of macaroni pieces
And it did our thinking while we lived our lives
It counted up our feelings and divided them up even
And it called that calculation perfect love.

The Black Booth

Jess and I were assigned the project space ( the space between the three white walls of studio). Throughout the mumbo-jumbo of conceptual art and the question of whether art is really art at all, a thought occurred. 'What If..' an exhibition was held for just one viewer. Just one audience member. Jess and I limitied our viewer to the unassuming Tom in our class. Hence we made a private booth restricted only to Tom's inhabitants. The construction of our booth, took much more trouble and handyman skills then were expected. (It was a very satisfying accomplishment to have it successfully standing). When the class came to veiw our creation in a tutorial, no one was allowed to participate aside Tom. Oh the annoyance, and dismay....'what's behind the curtain?' they cried. And yet no one shall ever know except Jess and I (oh and Tom).............perhaps nothing at all. Now that's a concept for you.

The bigger the bunny the better

I lost my mind long ago...

 

J.W

Drummer boy

Amazing DrumLine I happened upon...

Truth

'If the whole universe has no meaning, 

we should never have found out that it has no meaning:

just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. 

Dark would be without meaning.' 

C. S. Lewis 

You give me miles and miles of mountains

I've been dreaming of a cosy home settled amongst the mountains. All this rain is making me sleepy.