Last night: dreams of ruthlessness in war; ancient; a battle in which no compromise was allowed and a perfectionist general lost his every soldier in an ever-widening stain which turned the ground sour and nauseating. When it was finished, he still stood, but broken and stripped of his humanity. His actions had contradicted the very… Continue reading another dream of war
Author: edaggarart
Visuals and fork collectrix. Artist and designer. Author of The Museum, an artist's blog.
Time.
It has been a swift spring, with tumultuous weather to match the tumults of Time; of Getting Older; of Uncertainty, Questions Needing Answers, and of Procrastination; of Plans waiting to become Plans of Action. Well, something like that, anyway. Yes, it's all true. Each passing year passes faster than the last. Time is patient and… Continue reading Time.
not wandering, just LOST
wandering lost
I feel utterly uninspired; that is, I have no ideas. No idea what to create- that sounds ridiculous, but it's true. I fear that all these many years of designing in front of this screen-- of having got used to working on projects for which there was a purpose, something specific to communicate-- have rendered… Continue reading wandering lost
at the edge of dusk
It's dark in the apartment right now. Had to turn on lights. It feels like doom, this hour of a winter day, when outside the sky appears bright but none of its quality seems able to leak through the panes, rendering rooms full of too many shadows. It feels too early for all this incandescent,… Continue reading at the edge of dusk
sweat! sun! wait!
SWEAT!Bikram Yoga: also known as "hot" yoga. 90 minutes in a 100-110 degree room. 26 poses and two breathing exercises. A lot of sweating. Intense. Day two was torture. Day three was the best yet. I think they'll continually get better. Ideal is to go at least three times a week, but as Tara Lynne… Continue reading sweat! sun! wait!
march of the tiny snow
Across the street there is a large truck labeled "AllState PowerVac". I can't imagine what it might be vac-ing right now, but it is rather loud. Overnight a gift of snow- a meagre blanket which by now lingers only on sidewalks and places where no cars go. I missed the falling of it, having gone… Continue reading march of the tiny snow
amsterdam.
Some notes about the trip. part one. Amsterdam: Always associated with debauchery such as hashish and the red light district, but those are merely two tiny aspects of this beautiful city. Streets shared almost equally by cars, bicycles, trams and peds; beautiful arched bridges over the canals every few blocks, the arches lit by rows… Continue reading amsterdam.
I forgot about it!
Basically, that's what happened. This blog, I mean-- I just forgot. Not entirely, but it lost priority. There was a move, followed by time up in Rochester with family over Xmas, followed by a 2-week jaunt in Northern Europe. Amsterdam: the Netherlands, and Berlin and Munster: Germany. A brilliant trip! Nothing negative to report, despite… Continue reading I forgot about it!
afternoons of dark
It's December already, and one-third gone to boot! The fishes and I have moved house again since last I made an entry here-- with more space for all! They've gained about 7 gallons in their flash new tank, and I have gained what will be a dedicated analogue-style art room, free of all things digital!… Continue reading afternoons of dark
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 