Iconographer pt.1

Leonard Knight @ Salvation Mountain©BurgsEye 2005

Iconograph-er

that's me
careering

down
a
path

in the dark

with
out the hurdle
of rational thinking

with
out
any
prior
knowledge

Guided
by
no thing
in particular
on
this
nameless path

collecting
samples,
artifacts,
history
along
the way.

Doing
with
out thinking,
feeling connection for things beyond my realm,
for icons of religion,

other's faith and other's soul.

With
out asking the question
what time do we arrive we just do.

With
out worrying
the potential of self,
id consults with fate and doors miraculously open.

Tracking my life via work shot around the nature of other people’s doings, without ever knowing where my personal Jesus, Mohammed, Buddha or lord fits in with that or them or if even a/the great I Am hangs in my heart space!

Knowning not knowing which of ten thousand potential and precious things might next take my eye and engage the shutter button.

IHN = Genius + Humanity

Hurrah for Len Lye!

Wind Wanderer
Rainbow Dancer
Free Radical
Flipped and Too Twisted

Making art for now and art for future now
"That will look great in the 21st century"
and it does

Now man from the past existing simultaneously through movement.....

The fullness of being

"IHN - Individuality! Happiness! Now!"

"These words represent the best in human experience."

"Three personal goals: to become a more distinct individual, to develop a greater capacity for happiness and to live more fully in the present."

Len Lye, 1941.


Paraphrased from Len Lye Biography by Roger Horrocks (Auckland University Press 2001)

darling buds of march

darling buds of march ©BurgsEye 2006

with out
a spectator
there
can be
no work of ar
t

ar
t exists
only
when viewed
&
the quality of ar
t
is
determined
by the ex
perience
the audience brings
to
it

&
if
one
is
conscious
& open
one
may
yet
see
a beauty
&
lyricism
in every
ar
t
ful
fold
of
existence

strange but true.

Tear your Clothing in Los Wangas

Savage thoughts en route to the heart of the creative dream re: Art has no value!

Makers of fine art objects, craftsman, fashioners, artisans, artists put down your tools and lend me your tears.

Art is dead. Slain in the mind and heart of the masses by newer, finer, shinier artefacts of expression and communication. Stylish function is the new king as Joe public asks "What can your Art do for me that my gadget cannot?"

The benefit or value of art is apparent everywhere, from retail signage to jewellery, magazines and a world of coommunication advertised using criminal art form - graffiti (Lock the vandals up). Pure art is at once redundant and dangerous, if not utilised and controlled by the design sluts, pimping the art-whores for every last drop of creative fluid running down their leg from their last hasty and furtive act of fertile imagining.

Art is only safe in its benign and refined form, servicing commercial appeal and the appearance of originality, uniqueness, the point(lessness) of difference. Along with the outright persecution of 'free' artists and the perpetrators of expression, a more sinister fate has been exacted by the Corporate Captains at the top. A stage managed indifference, a subliminal discreditisation of the creative milieu, eugggghhhhhh! A blanding exercise of epic proportions.

Passion and commitment becomes self-indulgence, acknowledgment becomes vanity and greed and so on. This malaise against real art is made worse by our own over-funded, fifth columnists, the sunday painters, potters and pretenders whose tide of colourful medicrioty spews forth from the fountain of inexplicable self-belief to pollute the rivers of the real.

You have no time and no need for art, hurrah!

So be it, let us withdraw our influence, our input and our interest. Let us take away what cannot be measured, what does not earn financial return, the free, the creative, the difficult and the sublime. Lets keep our ideas under our hat, lest a designer/publisher, advertiser puts them to better use annhilating the environment slowly but surely.

Let us take all colour, all expression, all form, all texture from the world until a new measurement can be found for the value of art and the heart found to pay for it.

Transmit and You Shall Receive

How the West was Won

How the West was Won ©BurgsEye2006

Nationhood©BurgsEye 2006

The social fabric frays
the gaps widen
identity is nothing
but an ever increasing conundrum

Somewhere I fit
into
the fold
somehow
I hold
against the rising tide
of internationalism
someplace that sometimes
does not feel like home.

Deep Bass Explorers Found After Years Lost in Cosmos

Once upon a time
in a galaxy
far,far away
a merry band of musical warriors banded together to fight sobriety and reality with only faith, courage and chemical weapons to aid them.
Their noble struggle was to go down in legend as they unleashed their audiosonic arsenal of chaos on an unsuspecting world.
De LA, Mr.Jones and the Reverend collided in music. Their sub-atomic bass cores fused in a nuclear bang and quite a big puff of smoke. The Reverend achieved escape velocity and blazed to a far flung corner of the galaxy far, far away to set up the outpost colony of DIG with the indigenous life-form known only as El Presidente. De La and Mr. Jones (Thats MISTER to you!) built a spacecraft capable of unsteadying any planets orbit with disorientating funkiness and wild stage abandon. The ship D'booga left Earth with a motley crew of astronuts to explore the universe (everything outside Wales). An unforeseen deep bass incident caused the 2 intrepidly bald masters of sound to jump in an escape pod, the S.S Staedler and Waldorf. They crash landed on an uncharted research-satellite called Room 303 where they have undergone terrible experiments, probes too painful to describe! It is here that their captive electronic, beat laden cries for help can be heard, loud and clear resonating across the universe.
To hear the funkyass, rude-grooving torture of innocent musicians just click the pic of the last reported sighting of these 2 shadowy characters and be transported on a journey through rhyme and bass to the world of STAEDLER and WALDORF!

'Eez Meester Presidente heez gonn crazee'

Hearts of lightness
float downriver

Through mist
becoming clear
Land now friendly
never fear
Land now yours
a price paid dear

Hearts of lightness
traverse the rapids

Head for calm
from the rough
Te awa (river) calls softly
Do you hear
Te awa (river) calls loudly
shedding its tears

Hearts of lightness
Sail for home

Paddle deep
hard and strong
From the forests
sublime song
Into the world
that you belong

Hearts of lightness
flow on, flow on.....

Wishing a good voyage and a safe passage to El Presidente and his wahine (Woman/wife) on their adventure down the mighty Whanganui River.

"ko au te awa, te awa ko au"
"We are the river, the river is us"

Whanganui Iwi (Tribe) whakatauki (Proverb or saying)