On the loss of objects in personal spaces
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"I have no words for it. I am speechless and numb. A vast melancholy engulfs me; it happened, in the space of a fortnight: The shattering of the blue glass float and the driftwood sofa's disappearance. One occurrence was an act of will, the other due to common clumsiness. The sofa is now gone, cargoed away back to its maker, replaced by chest of drawers. I have yet to glue the float together, but I suspect that it has Humpty-Dumpty qualities, after the fall. I considered both to be vital objects in my interior architectural conscience "
The sofa spend almost two decades poetically lurking in various corners of Sam Renseiw's den. The blue glass float for even longer. It lately survived in the kitchen, perpetrating its old Mediterranean aura with an aloof, benign metaphysical presence. View the nostalgic darkly melancholic spatial collage by clicking here or on the links above. (patafilm # 660, 02'41'', 22MB, Quicktime/mov - other versions at Blip.tv)
Today's Bonus Lumiere Video features the convulsions before another, more existential fall. (Lum # 177 " dr. Faustus's convulsions " 00'59'', 6MB, Quicktime/mov)
The sofa spend almost two decades poetically lurking in various corners of Sam Renseiw's den. The blue glass float for even longer. It lately survived in the kitchen, perpetrating its old Mediterranean aura with an aloof, benign metaphysical presence. View the nostalgic darkly melancholic spatial collage by clicking here or on the links above. (patafilm # 660, 02'41'', 22MB, Quicktime/mov - other versions at Blip.tv)
Today's Bonus Lumiere Video features the convulsions before another, more existential fall. (Lum # 177 " dr. Faustus's convulsions " 00'59'', 6MB, Quicktime/mov)
Labels: glas float, loss, melancholy, nostalgia, phenomenology, pseudo, roundness, sofa, teddy parterre
posted by SAM RENSEIW at 10:40 PM
3 Comments:
The earth collapsed. So off axis, yet still she turns. Sadness in the blue of a smashed globe. A melancholy of poetic rotation. All is transience.
The sofa I want.
encore, la preuve. “Les gens qui savent peu parlent beaucoup, et les gens qui savent beaucoup parlent peu.”
les mots me manquent, en effet...
dans le desespoir du quotidien banal, il ne reste que de faire des essais... de faire du (francis) ponge, en images, en sorte.
en fin de compte, je n'en sais rien...
j'aimerais bien:
m' exprimer en images
j'essaye, alors.
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