Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Ducks



All drawings untitled 2004


WALLS
With no consideration, no pity, no shame,
they've built walls around me, thick and high.
And now I sit here feeling hopeless.
I can't think of anything else: this fate gnaws my mind-
because I had so much to do outside.
When they were building the walls, how could I not have 
   noticed!
But I never heard the builders, not a sound.
Imperceptibly they've closed me off from the outside world.
C. P. Cavafy

Sunday, January 16, 2011

The Dance of Life II



From top to bottom:
Right There 
Eyes
The Nose
Space Man
Inside Out
The Cross
2009-2010

Saturday, January 15, 2011

The Dance of Life



The Dance of Life


I should believe only in a God who understood how to dance.


I have learned to walk: since then I have run. I have learned to fly, since 
then I do not have to be pushed in order to move. Now I am nimble, now 
I fly, now I see myself under myself, now a god dances with me.
Nietzsche


The following body of work is based on the Edvard Munch painting of the 
same title, 'The Dance of Life' 1899-1900, more in concept than appearance.


... What Munch planned to do was make a symbolic presentation of his life
experience, embodied in various archetypes. Among the chosen subjects 
were The Dance of Life, The Cry, The Vampire, Madonna, Death and the 
Maiden...
Symbolist Art by Edward Lucie-Smith


My series however, attempts to embody the spirit with God or the archetype
of the self. And in essence is about the third phase of the conjunction. It is as
though the third phase follows the curve of Uroboros back down into the
unconscious again.


In a psychological sense Mercurius represents the unconscious, for this
is to all appearances that "spirit" which comes closest to organic matter 
and has all the paradoxical qualities attributed to Mercurius. In the unconscious 
are hidden those "sparks of light" (scintillae), the archetypes, from which a 
higher meaning can be "extracted". The "magnet" that attracts the hidden thing 
is the self, or in this case the "theoria" or the symbol representing it, which the 
adept uses as an instrument. The extractio is depicted figuratively in an 
illustration in Reusner's Pandora: a crowned figure, with a halo, raising a 
winged, fish-tailed, snake-armed creature (the spirit), likewise crowned with 
a halo, out of a lump of earth. This monster represents the spiritus mercurialis, 
the soul of the world or matter freed from its fetters; the filus macrocosmi,
the child of the sun and the moon born in the earth, the hermaphroditic 
homunculus, etc. Basically all these synonyms describe the inner man 
as a parallel or complement of Christ.


Christ is the inner man who is reached by the path to self-knowledge,
"the kingdom of heaven within you".


As the Anthropos he corresponds to what is empirically the most important
archetype and, as judge of the living and the dead and king of glory, to the
real organizing principle of the unconscious, the quaternity, or the squared
circle of the self.


We conclude that meditative philosophy consists in the overcoming of the
body by mental union (unio mentalis). This first union does not as yet make 
the wise man, but only the mental disciple of wisdom. The second union of 
the mind with the body shows forth the wise man, hoping for and expecting 
that blessed third union with the first unity (i.e. the unus mundus, the latent
unity of the world). May Almighty God grant that all men be made such, and 
may He be one and All.
C.G. Jung


The sculptures are painted with the seven colours to correspond with the planets 
and have the seven eyes of God.


The stages of the work are marked by seven colours which are associated
with the planets. This accounts for the relation of the colours of astrology, and
also to psychology, since the planets correspond to individual character
components. The Aurora Consurgens relates the colours to the soul.


The fire is caused by the "primum mobile" and is kindled by the influence of
the stars. It never ceases its universal motion and is continually lit through the
"influence of celestial forces". 
C.G. Jung (Aion and Mysterium Coniunctionis)


Whereas previously, in Melbourne, I had been using steel mesh, hessian and
industrial wax, all thumped, trodden, squashed, spun and danced together, the
current work uses steel rod as its underlying structure similarly danced into
form. Reading Homer at the time, I called a Melbourne series "Clotho" (1999),
after one of the three fates who spins the threads of fate and I was also influenced
by the Camille Claudel sculpture of the same title, where and old woman spins 
the threads of fate with her hair.


And to souls that descend into generation and are occupied in corporeal 
energies, what symbol can be more appropriate than those instruments
pertaining to weaving? Hence, also, the poet ventures to say, "that on these,
the nymphs weave purple webs, admirable to view." For the formation of
flesh is on and about the bones, which in the bodies of animals resemble 
stones. Hence these instruments of weaving consist of stone, and not of 
any other matter. But the purple webs will evidently be the flesh which is
woven from the blood. For purple woollen garments are tinged from blood,
and the wool is dyed from animal juice. The generation of flesh, also, is 
through and from blood. Add, too, that the body is a garment with which the
soul is invested, a thing wonderful to sight, whether this refers to the composition 
of the soul, or contributes to the colligation of the soul (to the whole of a visible 
essence).Thus, also, Proserpine, who is the inspective guardian of everything
produced from seed, is represented by Orpheus as weaving a web, and the 
heavens are called by the ancients a veil, in consequence of being, as it were,
the vestment of the celestial Gods.
The theological meaning of this Orphic fiction is beautifully unfolded by Proclus
as follows: " Orpheus says that the vivific cause of partible natures, 
(i.e., Proserpine), while she remained on high, weaving the order of celestials, 
was a nymph, as being undefiled; and in consequence of this connected with
Jupiter and abiding in her appropriate manners; but that, proceeding from her 
proper habitation, she left her webs unfinished, was ravished; having been 
ravished, was married; and that being married, she generated in order that she 
might animate things which have an adventitious life. For the unfinished state 
of her webs indicates, I think, that the universe is imperfect or unfinished, as far 
as to perpetual animals  (i.e., the universe would be imperfect if nothing inferior 
to the celestial Gods was produced). Hence Plato says, that the one Demiurgus
calls on many Demiurgi to weave together the mortal and immortal natures;
after a manner reminding us, that the addition of the mortal genera is the 
perfection of the textorial life of the universe, and also exciting our recollection
of the divine orphic fable, and affording us interpretative causes of the 
unfinished webs of Proserpine.
On The Cave Of The Nymphs In The 13th Book Of The Odyssey
by Porphyry







Thursday, January 13, 2011

Black XXXIV



All drawings untitled 2004


EXCEPT
           on high
                   PERHAPS
                                as far as place            can fuse with the beyond


                                                                                   aside from the interest
                                                                                marked out to it
                                                                                                           in general
                                                by a certain obliquity through a certain declivity
                                                                                                              of fires


                                                    toward
                                                       what must be
                                                            the Septentrion as well as North


                                                                                         A CONSTELLATION


                                                      cold from forgetfulness and desuetude
                                                                                        not so much
                                                                             that it doesn't number
                                                           on some vacant and superior surface
                                                                                the successive shock
                                                                                              in the way of stars
                                                                   of a total account in the making


                                 keeping vigil
                                         doubting
                                                rolling
                                                    shining and meditating


                                                                  before coming to a halt
                                                      at some terminus that sanctifies it


                                                 All Thought emits a Throw of the Dice


Stephane Mallarme

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Black XXXIII



All drawings untitled 2004


NOTHING




           of the memorable crisis
                   or might
                        the event   have been accomplished in view of all results  null
                                                                                                             human
                                                                                                              
                                                               WILL HAVE TAKEN PLACE
                                                    an ordinary elevation pours out absence


                                                                                                  BUT THE PLACE
                   some splashing below of water as if to disperse the empty act
                                                                   abruptly which otherwise
                                                            by its falsehood
                                                       would have founded
                                                                        perdition


                in these latitudes
                                     of indeterminate
                                                 waves
                                                       in which all reality dissolves


Stephane Mallarme

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Black XXXII


All drawings untitled 2004


IT WAS                                            THE NUMBER
born of the stars


                                           WERE IT TO EXIST
                          other than as a scattered dying hallucination


                       WERE IT TO BEGIN AND WERE IT TO CEASE
               springing up as denied and closed off when made manifest
                          at last
                     through some thinly diffused emanation
                                                WERE IT TO BE NUMBERED


                               evidence of a totality however meager
                                                              WERE IT TO ILLUMINE


IT WOULD BE


worse
         no
            more nor less
                      but as much indifferently             CHANCE




                                                            Falls
                                                                the feather
                                                                     rhythmic suspension of disaster 
                                                                                         to be buried
                                                                                in the original spray
                                         whence formerly its delirium sprang up to a peak
                                                                                                    withered
                                                            by the identical neutrality of the abyss


Stephane Mallarme