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fillière
Categories: UncategorizedTags: Being, Creativity, Metaphor, Poem, Poetics, Poetry, Writing
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The drawing below is only incidentally about the flash of a hurrying workman’s hand to retain his cap in a gust of wind.
It’s really all about the scurry and placement, the dance of the artist’s hand, across a page to enable and register, at high speed, the correct distribution and pressure of soft charcoal lines in the best possible composition; the art of artless effort.
Mine this careless calligraphy of hand, heart, soul.


My right hand draws my left but the only meaning resides in the marks of the pen as the nib contacts the texture of the paper surface; the accumulation of the marks are in the form of a hand but the content and context are transmuted into artistry.
This monoprint, created two decades after I knew the woman in the poem—and wrote the words, has always seemed to address the content of her inner life so directly that now the one always evokes / embodies the other.

Five components, all of different irregular sizes, have been cut with ruler and knife from several different pages of random ink and pen or brush markings. In each instance the markings suggest that they continue outside of its local edges.
The individual pieces are then collaged into a new image which in itself also implies an existence outside of its boundaries. A male torso prototype, or perhaps it’s an alligator lurching after prey, or, it becomes whatever the mind wishes to see though it has obviously gained much from the artlessness of abstractions.
Collage, and abstraction, are now of course both century old artistic techniques but obviously they can still energize one’s imagination, and provide a solid workout for compositional skills.

Fillière © 20th 3 2018

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Political satire. Rumour of Humour 4.


The way we feed off one another, the way organisms feed off each other is endlessly fascinating.
