Showing posts with label architecture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label architecture. Show all posts
Tuesday, 29 October 2013
an atrium in the desert
Paul Klee making visible (making im-material)
On at the Tate Modern, London until 9th March 2014
1.
Hotel rooms. lego blocks
by a lake. atrium in the desert
at the top of the green fields
the Kasbah folding up into the size of a postage stamp
through a letter box.
trailing umbilical cord
hushed flaps sail. I can see it all.
2. traces
at the museum Neue Kunst Hans Goltz
a clockwork mechanism counts down
the silent fishing rod hook beneath the lake
pendulum still, rotations still
tides round the hot lazy sun.
3.
tattoos peeling off the sheets
scrolls pressed and dried
toner unfixed
I press through the sheets
and oil on my palms.
substance - glass - scales
shield and reflect
but the gills let the right ones in
4.
In the aerodrome hotel a telescope landing strip
the city flattens out.
5. etre
ruined architraves
ancient futures in fish eye memories
the memory of bulbs, from inside out
slicing through the onion epidermis
sandstone's memory, an ocean mountain
this is a concentration game
like a computer game
pinball. architect. dot matrix
woven tear garden
6.
The cloth makers cottages along Claygate. Three children run to sunday school or out onto the wash. The light curves drawn out onto the open fields. The land here is beneath sea level and so water flows downhill towards the centre. The birds know this and nest. The alphabet's visible root structures. It's the catastrophe of a dream. It's a dot on the map.
Labels:
Abstract Expressionism,
architecture,
art,
dream,
exhibition,
illustration,
image,
Machinery,
Painter,
Painting,
Paul Klee,
Tate
Friday, 21 January 2011
Calle
The character of a city can always be seen in the style of street signs. London signs them in monotonous block capitals embossed on iron. Madrid on tiles with beautiful images recalling the name. Bogota street signs have the drama and romance of magical realism. Letters dance across the stone. Sloping tails of letters sweep into their neighbours. Letters merge with each other to create ideograms. I wanted to stop on every street corner.
Friday, 21 March 2008
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