I am unable to distinguish between the feeling I have for life and my way of expressing it....I read this today and felt that it related to something Travis said about his zine-in-progress last class. Especially the idea that "a drawing must have a power of expansion" which resonated for me with the flexible nature of textile-drawings and their second kind of life as cyanotype prints, like an echo or a translation to a different dimension. Now that I try to articulate this passing sensation of relatedness, it recedes, like the textile flexibility that disappears from the cyanotype; the blog entry a kind of cyanotype of my sensation.
Composition, the aim of which is expression, alters itself according to the surface to be covered. If I take a sheet of paper of given dimensions I will jot down a drawing which will have a necessary relation to its format—I would not repeat this drawing on another sheet of different dimensions, for instance on a rectangular sheet, if the first one happened to be square. And if I had to repeat it on a sheet of the same shape but ten times larger I would not limit myself to englarging it: a drawing must have a power of expansion which can bring to life the space which surrounds it. —Matisse
Friday, March 9, 2007
a passing sensation of relatedness
excerpts from Notes á un Peintre, Paris 1908:
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I met Matisse's granddaughter once. She lived in Venice Beach and drove an SUV.
I just photoghraphed an original Matisse drawing at work today-- so that makes us how many degrees of separation?
Two Kevin Bacons.
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