Cyclical Wordplay Artwork

Cyclical Wordplay Artwork
Title: Mountain Reflection on Cyclical Wordplay (original manuscript made into art)

On the Artwork

On the Artwork

By using a spontaneous form of action painting, without touching the brush to the paper at any time, three different shades of paint; gold, white and black, are used to emphasize free form, spontaneous creative expression not only in the written word, but in the space that it occupies. This method of action painting which withholds all contact with brush and medium excites notions of letting pure spontaneity occur through the open-ended natural course of creation taking shape out of human hands (in the air).

This representation of the spontaneous action of free form creativity in writing makes the viewer look at the entire page as one unified expression in the creative form of the particular written piece, whereby the empty space defines the writing as much as the words expressed on the page. Those who habitually write freehand, especially free form, improvisational writers, know that the limited size and type of paper (e.g. whether there are lines, creases, folds, graphics, etc.) inevitably divides up the rhythm of open-ended spontaneous expression.

By utilizing circular objects, such as plastic compact disc panels and other circular objects, I have used a method of action painting where I flit a paint-covered brush repeatedly to introduce a dense splatter effect over a circular form in order to regard the fact that all writing is inevitably formed by the shape of the letter, word and sound through which its expression carries. Another method of action painting brought me to form sizeable globs of paint in shape of an oval, especially at the end of a tail of paint or alone, confirming the universal truth that with free form, spontaneous movement, all form inevitably assumes a circularity (or cyclicality), as represented in the oval, sphere and all other circular formations found in nature that are central to the creative essence of form.

The center of the artwork details a line with a globular oval end protruding into a circular form. This marriage of two different methods of action painting, spraying over a concretized foreign object and allowing natural shapes to occur, is the central image in the piece, which glorifies human intent metaphorically through many complementary symbols, as in the sperm and the egg among others. The globular oval and thick line formed near to the core image represents a leading expression, passing away from the center’s concretized circular form, from which the rest of the paint devolves as miniscule spatial occupations on the page. The rest of the action painting signifies the importance of relatively negligible marks defining a whole expression of greater density and presence.

Note:

The process of creating this piece: freehand spontaneous writing on notepads, transcribing writings onto a computer, editing form of writing into conventional poetics, typing out each piece onto self-prepared craft paper, stitching together each page into a wall mural (or spatial literature), action painting, re-configuring the entire spatial layout page-by-page, photographing and scanning each page, designing the end artwork via computer software

Preamble

Preamble

Opening the page to experimental, improvised writing which emphasizes and attempts a most strict depiction of the spontaneous nature of mind can be perceived with harrowing aspiration in the realm of continuity; that is flipping the page.

As a forewarning of sorts, this collection of writing, as devised for readership, is the result of an editing which has purpose in giving the spontaneous flow of mental activity form. While attempting to convey the refreshing action of letting go, all structure and boundary and, in sense, constructs of mind are dissolved.

The writing asks many questions to the reader: Where do we place ourselves as we remain glued to the mirror image of our world? When do we notice that the contour and shape of the mirror-image reflected into our minds is in fact an artificial; that is reflective function, as opposed to a direct sight? How do we understand and make observations into the absolved outpouring of mental fruition through a most basic, almost instinctual, resonance with words as mere vessels of human energy? How can we instill in the reading a sense of self, a theatrical play of noticing self as natural form, spontaneously resolved and perceived in the moment?

The title of the collection “Cyclical Wordplay” brings to light the foundational nature of creation as a cyclical process, with rhythmic momentum in a constant transition between renewal and decomposition. The idea “Wordplay” refers to a notion that words can be as sounds on an instrument, simply meant to be full to the brim with a particular feeling and raw emotion/thought/idea/sensation through which it is able to carry into a context of form and meaning. So, in a sense, we can conceive of words' symbolic sound, through which the newfound impression of the given moment may relay its inward need to express itself in a very subtle form; through a word. Each individual reader is as an instrument through which that symbolic sound or word idea is carried and resonates with a new meaning each time, according to the particular temperament and character of the individual, allowing that symbolic sound or meaning to carry through them as its basic vibration.

Royalty of the Weird


Visitations from kings and queens
Deafened in the heaviness of their own presence 
In the moment

Flying unprepared in the mix
Between the royalty of the weird

Angels lag behind 
Under their raunchy pot-hole wings
Spreading like a conqueror’s raping kiss 
Over new worlds

To retain sweet divinity 
Among the hosts of the original people of this Earth:
Whose idea of self and the contemporary age is eternal and moves to a rhythm
Beyond the transcendent Green galaxy 

Our erased spine
Funneling hot, liquid marrow into the streets 

A quickly dying face of belief,
In the drunken looming and estranged place of being 

Here

“How do you think?”

“In cyclical, experiential reason!
I always meet those I've met 
Again 
Through choices 
Once, leading me from the pain of living
Into the round of birth, 
Again.”

“And whose recognition will be met first, on the other side?”

“Alien love! From the technocrats of blue discovery
Diving to the depths of utmost extremity
Displacing the human glue from mammalian functionality 
To the movement of thought 
Manifest with help from a vegetable consciousness 
Imparting the aspect of feminine body to the world soul
Standing immobile at the gate of language 
As a song of the human universe.

Echoes from the polar wisdom of our earthly rotation 
Unraveling the truth in the thousand-worded letter;
Pictographs of ethereal meaning

Climbing through the bowels of a holy mountain 
To the void of spiritual absence 
In the land of prophets 
Unheard since ancient words lifted 
To the ceiling of the temple built before time

On the sands of the strong & fuming,
Leaving no one to posit an older order of belief

In sky temples & borders that signal friendship,
Enmity waits in the selfish vine
A mark where the western mind strayed too far
To become its own enemy 
In the reflexive mold of war 
For basic rights.”

“To use the body is a crime to the full extent of the law!" 

Places, bent on descending...
Into the poetic sin of catastrophic warning 
From the masculine drive into spatial loss; 
An imagination of hierarchical ascension
Frozen luck belittles the broken stir of diverse peoples 
Into mathematical plays of music and light
Ethnic divides encumber the polyglot singularity of the spy 
Speech accents with foreign pride over those working fast, neglected 

He hits on mounting within the bloodstream of the impoverished, 
Forlorn distance demeaning Americans to geographic inconsistencies 
Disconnecting relatives in cultural stereotypes of interpersonal belonging 
While family cohesion became undone
At the tip of a hat, and a comp dish... 
After the silver screen for 5 cents in 1915

Feb. 22 2010
Airborne over the Pacific Northwest

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