I am a mess.
I found an image I liked but I don't know how it will come out. I'm working from a Mac and don't know how it operates. I like the description. This is the address though:
www.annewilsonartist.com/projects/mess/mess.jpg
project credits
Mess is a video and 4-channel sound installation that has no beginning or end. It was created through stop-motion animation utilizing thread and lace fragments. The hand processing of both animation and textiles displays aspects of foible, imperfection, and irregularity. The motion and aural environment suggest aggression and accident - mess from devastation, rubble from the built environment, and a cycle of reformation.
Also, EB's poem, which I loved, reminded me of the poem that I have identified with more or less throughout my life:
I am! yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
And e'en the dearest--that I loved the best--
Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.
I long for scenes where man has never trod;
A place where woman never smil'd or wept;
There to abide with my creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
The grass below--above the vaulted sky.
He wrote this while he was in a mental asylum - from 1842 to 1864 when he died.
