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I was knocking out my brain for an ultra-kool whiz-bang whoopie-doo visual metaphor for the end of 1010.
Here there's good news/ bad news. I always start with the good news. 2010 was a great year for me. Apparently I'm one of the few, but so it goes.
Now the bad news. I can't generate enough angst, rage, futility, or anything else to beat last year's countdown #31, when I set fire to goddamn 2009 (semiotically, anyway).
What to do, what to do? Alas, woe is me. ;-)
Suddenly, it hit me. Yesterday, amid maximum sound, fury, and funny smells, the city of L.A. had made a nice metaphor for me, right out in front of our house.
This is a photo of the street. You probably have a street too. Just about everyone does.
The right side of this rather calm, some might say dull, image was repaved about a year ago. It is still good, but it's faded and nothing special any more. It just works. It's a street. You drive/walk/bike/skate on it and get places.
(This culture reads things from left to right, but the old part is on the right because that's what matches the Earth's rotation. The sun sets a nanosecond earlier on that side. I think about this kind of stuff.)
The left side was repaved yesterday. It's one f/ stop darker.
(I measured it. Since I'm Gamma Infinity, I was driven by my inner creative forces to stretch the histogram out, but it was one stop when I started. Trust me.)
More to the non-photo-geek point, it's new.
Like 2011.
It goes somewhere. Where depends on where you want to go.
Like 2011.
The transition into it, which they call New Year's, seems abrupt, but after a while it just looks normal.
Like 2011.
There are colors in it. (Again, I measured it.) They're very desaturated, but they're there. Your monitor will vary. But the colors are there if you want to find them.
Like 2011.
One thing does not change. I still love my flickr friends.
Have a happy, creative, and adventurous new year!
(End of 2010 December Countdown.)
The first photo of my set for my visual metaphor project for Visual Studies ( MPC 25) @ Ryerson.
Thanks Jaclyn Thompson and Emily Land for help :)
5" x 7" moku hanga woodblock print. Printed from 5 blocks using 11 separate color impressions. Editon of 12 on Masa White.
How does your garden grow?
I had a dream about this two nights ago.... I thnk the meadow in my dream was metaphor for flickr
L to R: Sharon Lockwood as Frannie Trusk, Anthony Fusco as Oliver Denny, and René Augesen as Helen Denny in Dead Metaphor, playing February 28–March 24, 2013, at A.C.T.’s Geary Theater. Photo by Kevin Berne.
he'd bought the watch from a German clock-shop on market street simply because he liked its aesthetics. Only later did he realize the profound personal metaphor implicit in his purchase. In a sense he'd always carried with him a terrible desire to hold two contradictory times simultaneously. At first he found it an absurd (yet acceptable) design decision to have one dial mark time with roman numerals, and the other with arabic numerals. But if that was a contradiction or over-stylization in the timepiece, it was within him as well. In that decision it was clear to him that every choice stemmed from this draw to live between and at-once.
Putting my pins together to exhibit them, the Six Flags pins literally fall apart.
Metaphor?
Incidentally, the middle pin is from my first visit to Walt Disney World in 1975.
These toolboxes were stacked in such a way that reminded me of 1930's New York skyscrapers, a construction metaphor