Life in two dimensions
May 27, 2009
My fish have lost their substance. Sometimes they nearly lose their very fishness. Without color, swimming in thought, not water. Without blue. Fluidity becoming line.
They became lines. Line fishes. Bendy. Aiming. Curvalinear. Unsubstanced. Black lines. Thin lines. Intentions.
Gestures of upness and downness and all aroundness.
They used to be fish, but now they are records of my handwriting.
May 28, 2009 at 2:52 am
Magical. I have been looking into what they are calling these days, visual poetry. It is where the look of the words is as important as the reading of them, and here you are, looking at the same thing from the visual artists perspective. The line blurs beautifully,
May 28, 2009 at 11:22 pm
Amazing Paul. Poet and persuasive telepath. Now I’m not sure whose idea it was, yours or mine! About when you were writing your comment, I think, I was writing my handwriting.
http://alethakuschan.wordpress.com/2009/05/28/hand-writing/
Just proves that great minds think alike. (Or run amok, I never can remember which it is ….)
Thanks ever kind Paul.
ak