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a universe, of many

“at 3am in providence the street lights go mad, and we are sleeping”

late at night, every night, there is a light show in our city, but we are not there to see it. i can’t help but think that we must have built our cities looking up, hoping to create little galaxies for ourselves on earth.

i find it poetic. i also think it’s lonely.

this then, is my subjective mapping of the poetry and loneliness that i see in the street lights at night. it is a composite of photographs. no lights have been erased or altered; the lights have been put together to create one place, and many places, both on earth and in the sky.

{ 5:46 pm

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talk like squares, dance like circles

inspired by the visual connection
between circles and madness
in charlie chaplin’s ‘modern times’.

decided to create a composition
with thousands of tiny circles

to explore the idea of madness
through a process of putting down
thousands of little dots
by hand.

in making this composition i discovered that
a maddening process does not yield madness,

instead it

feels like a footprint
of something come and gone,
of something having lived and left

like madness is eerie
and we can’t touch it.

{ 4:18 pm

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charlie dances
: a study of circles

the trauma of working inspires charlie’s dance.
forced to keep up with machines and yelling bosses, charlie acquires a nervous tick,in which he jerks about and flails his arms, and screws things in many ways.
he screws up his nut screwing but the rhythmic movements of his nut-tightening is nice. continuous, but jerky.
keeping rhythm is important, and charlie cannot rest, no time for smoking.
the machines are hungry, hungry for oil, hungry for charlie. they swallow him. they beat him too (the food machines especially).
the assembly line belt is like a tongue, snaking its way down a path of gears and taking charlie along for the ride.
churned and moved along by circular cogs and spinning wheels, charlie (forwarded and then reversed) is spit out in the end, but not before he arrives at circledom!
the circular cycle of circular machines turning in circles leave him quite circular himself, a charming nut.
charlie begins his more expressive dancing, an elegant ballet, a well executed hop, a hopping.
he demonically tightens everything around him. he tightens man boobs. he tightens meddlesome noses. (tighten nose and twirl, tighten nose and twirl). fire hydrants cant escape his tightening. round and round he goes.
he tightens the buttons on a young woman’s butt, and enthusiastically pursues the buttons on a fat woman’s breasts.
the fat woman bobs and dashes, huffing, gesturing to the police. charlie follows with his funny feet, he waddles quickly.
the fat woman dashes away, the police man dashes after charlie, and charlie dashes back to factory, where havoc ensues.
charlie turns some wheels and presses some levers.
charlie finds a watering can. oh wait, an oil can, with black gunk in it, no matter.
he waters people and crisscrosses his legs daintily, arms spread out dramatically.
he dashes around in circles, a dashing man! everyone is dashing now, dashing towards him, dashing away.
it is a mad dash, a mad dance. everyone is mad, a madness on a stage.
the man from the psych ward comes and charlie squirts black at him but smiles.
charlie gets into the car happily, what a good sport!
and with the car he leaves.

exploring rhythm, dance, movement, circle, cycle, and repetition as they pertain to showing madness and freedom, ie madness to attain freedom, or madness from lack of freedom and/or the effects of constraint and repetition on interesting people/black sheep…

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sometimes it helps to stand up for yourself

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