084. Effervescence

Hard to know what inspired today's pieces really, I loved Stephen's image - it reminded me of looking through the microscope at bits of plant back in pharmacy college days, before I changed direction (once again) to the "pure" chemistry side. Still hooked on lines and curves and developed the partnering image from Antony Gormley's "Clearing" again, with a nod to Steve Veilleux' image style...

Talking with you makes thoughts soda fountain through me, and I want to let these balloons fly free, admire their buoyancy, roundness, colour. But my sticky fibred mind clings, all cilia, fingering the thoughts and changing them. Building things with them, adding combinations together until the edifice of expectation is looming ahead of me, effervescence lost.

080. Curvelines

Wow, day 80! With having uploaded/caught up 95% of my backlog over the weekend I started to feel "Oh no, there won't be enough time to do everything I wanted to do here," which is ridiculous as I know of several blogs where this 100days is just a section. I wanted to do something with Juan Muñoz sculptures but I can't find any decent resolution images unfortunately, so I used Antony Gormley again; and echo Dorothee's day 80 "Lines"

               I must go; chat tomorrow; catch you later; sorry had to dash

lines/lies               

               I know you are married but she does not know you cheat

lie to her               

               you don't need to set off on one of those curving sentences with me

a lie ally               

               tell me the truth; You were distracting but my life is elsewhere

I lie               

               I can take it because if I can't it will be done, hurry that time

fly               

079. Memory

The internet is a wonderful place to find stuff that you have forgotten the details of, except when it isn't and you get frustrated. I remembered seeing an exhibition in the Courtyard at IMMA, but not when it was or the name of the sculptor. There were small figures, chest height on me, with sacks instead of lower limbs, they were sandstone coloured and scattered around the inner courtyard like monks in cloisters, gossiping, chatting. It took around 20 minutes before I found they were by Juan Muñoz. In my search, I stumbed across Antony Gormley's website, I paired a nice clean sculpture "Full Bowl" with my snapshot into the sun of Another Place at Crosby. More on Juan Muñoz later, I expect.

you have forgotten me                             

you should have been back by now?                             

I have been good, I stayed                             

put like you told me to, did                             

all the things you said, sometimes                             

you will say anything to get away