Some cool visual art images:
Seattle Street Art Graffiti Book Photos
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Image by atto11
Image from the book SEATTLE STREET ART. A Visual Time Capsule Beyond Graffiti (Volume 2)
By A. Tarantino
ISBN-10: 0988272008
SeattleStreetArt.com
"The Seattle Street Art Book Series contains over 300 original photos taken within city limits over many years to help preserve the mediums aesthetic in print."
You Pull Just What Y[[ou (Visual-Text Poem iii.)
Image by DerrickT
I wanted to essentially try something a bit different here (in my own signifying experimentation) regarding empty space (like air-sockets in an abandoned field [no flowers, no plants, no human/mechanical activity]) and to let the disassociative textualizations provide the translation for the over-all piece, which I suppose may or may not confuse the matter further, depending on the viewer’s idealogies. The "dueling" text here is a product of meditation and/or procedures of "versus vs. versus" where the charactertistics of each letter/word becomes their own ‘personal’ conspiracy theory. The connection with each creates a tension that I adore, focused on the exploitation of defocused operatives and how the individual psyche’ responds to the (or ‘each’) specific letter/word and how the "space" warrants other engines.
At first, I was undecided if I wanted to give this piece color because I felt as though the "whiteness" of the piece was basically my perception of ‘space’ as far as non-color is concerned (which "white" isn’t a color anyhow). As you see, I couldn’t help myself and I didn’t want to "sleep on it" because it would have probably been smothered/suffocated in the morning and I didn’t want to go through the day knowing that I had smothered an idea, choking it to death like a comedy manuscript in the hands of a horror writer (if I can be imbalanced for a moment!). I felt like the pink-ish color was the articulation of fleshy things, which in my opinion, I feel as though words and textualizations are flesh-eggs waiting to be hatched from another dimension, another time-warp, another un/comfortable opening, eventually siphing off into something else. Something else, like other texts, words, disassociations, &c., &c. —
The drops of blue here is, well, just that: Drops of blue pinched from a sponge-source. After I "pinched" the amount I felt comfortable with, I used a blow-dryer’s hot ‘air’ to push the puddle’d liquidation down towards the bottom-end of the page, which is the tail-like river you see coming from each drop (or "pool"). The "girls"/women in the middle of the piece are trying to "hold" everything together. They’re like the Mother(s) of the text.
All-in-all, this piece was an idea I had when visualizing text as "dueling entities." My fascination with poor syntax, disassembled alphabetics/text, uneven wordings, misplaced grapplings and non-appropriates (somehow "breaking the rules" — which have already been broken many years ago — but knowing that I am ‘adding’ to the misconnectiveness of art’s visual interstices is a turn-on), language as a tool for digging out that sunken ship from the bottom of your mind’s ocean and providing it in a way so that it creates "tension", to me, is an obvious progression.
Visual Berlin setup at Art & Beauty shelter
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Image by psi36
