I Love You
Not how to say it
like writing a poem
to shifts of wind
crack in the door
no longer needed
at least for the moment
what a relief
From 'Poems' by Yvonne Rainer
new ! big egg and scallop forms
things you can't unthink
January 23 - May 22, 2016
Sara Cwynar, Eunice Luk, Virginia Lee Montgomery, Erica Prince
Curated by Peta Rake
Installation view, “things you can’t unthink” (2016). Walter Phillips Gallery, The Banff Centre. Photos by Rita Taylor
Today is Alicia Nauta and my opening in Koganecho ! Please join us for our exhibition, 'Your only private part is your brain'. I'm so happy to have a collaborative show with Alicia in Japan. :) Come hang out with us. Map to exhibition here.
Your only private part is your brain.
Koganecho Review. Yokohama, Japan.
February 28 - March 21, 2016
Alicia Nauta and Eunice Luk
Exhibition title by Maddie Harker
Installation view, “Your only private part is your brain” (2016). Koganecho Review. Yokohama, Japan. Photos by Yasuyuki Kasagi.
Rule and Chance
Like day and night
rule and chance are opposites
like light and dark
like red and green
like hot and cold
like wet and dry
like male and female.
Rule gives security,
geometry helps us to understand structure
or to construct a world in which
we can move without fear.
Chance is the unforeseen,
the encounter with a person
with whom you immediate establish
a connection of sympathy and love,
the explosion of a resolving idea
the discovery of a phenomenon.
Rule, born in the mind
is built on logic
everything is foreseen
with rule you can plan a program.
Chance is born from the climate
of environmental, social, and geographic conditions,
from sensory receptors.
An odor of eucalyptus,
the shape of a stone,
the rhythm of ocean waves…
Rule, alone, is monotonous,
chance, alone, yields unrest.
The Orientals say:
Perfection is beautiful but stupid,
you must understand it but destroy it.
The combination of rule and chance
is life, art
BM, La regola e il caso (1983)
from Air Made Visible, by Bruno Munari
found a really nice copy of Air Made Visible by Bruno Munari in Jimbocho yesterday. Of course I did not buy it but was so moved by reading this poem.