The Morgue fills

Posted on Posted in overnight notes

the third county is being asked — who did you vote for.

the dead are the Reagan voters. The red meat red staters. And their low wage servants. Those same people who would have voted Reagan back in 80, to the surprise of their democrat cousins.

why would you vote for him? because he replays your nightmares, all the while calling them dreams.

the everlasting repuclicanization of the world has flown home on the wings of the aviation flu. the worldwide revenge of the dinosaurs is begun.

they will win. our morgues will rent meat trucks to hold the dead reaganites until you get the holes dug.

All Work Begins with

Posted on Posted in A Symbol Life, dye transfer, picture post

work begins with wondering about something.

In most fields, it means wondering about that field itself. We speak the language we hear. We see what we are shown.

film on lightbox got me moving into work from another way of working. The positive and negative images add to a completely other image thought.

40 years ago, these would have had only one way of being printed. The negative being fairly strait forward; the slide could be printed more ways. Two simple, the other time consuming. Both could have been printed using dye transfer. That was my preference.

I preferred dye, not because it was ‘better’, ‘truer’ color, but because it was assembly — many ways to prepare those items.

Today as tea brewed:

It began with the lower right one

In the days of Dye, my first set of masks wouldn’t be dry. Sigh.

Language is a skill requiring practice. Immersive. Recurrent. True of words as well as, perhaps even more, of images. The picture mind is hard to imagine.

Try. Please.