Monday, November 25, 2019
open tabs, week 14 – slate; Vestoj; "The modern field of design doesn't exist yet;" menstruation; Feltron
as of 21 November 2019
discussion of visuals (styles, clean line art, "naive" illustrations, etc., and relationship to poetry and other text; how designer can find a way for any visual to work)
spreads (for Cailee) —
the "28" cycle, as an excerpt of other experiences
relationship of text (from survey responses) to image, where images and text do not match one-to-one, and in their looser relationship suggest the variety and changeability of women's experiences; text runs through page spreads, independent of images.
lower left, the vestigial (from last week) boustrophedon image
lower right, from discussion of Steven's visual alphabet/code
journal, "the platform for critical thinking on fashion."
all issues available in seminar library; earlier numbers as pdf only.
"The modern field of design doesn't exist yet."
read and think about it.
The Feltron annual reports, etc etc information design, data visualization.
Thursday, November 21, 2019
Wednesday, November 20, 2019
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Tuesday, November 19, 2019
open tabs, week 13 – boustrophedon; mirrors, fertility, capitalism, control; process books; Alyson Provax
lower left, performative definition of boustrophedon (as the ox turns) writing, left to right, next line right to left, etc etc), plowing plowing all the livelong day...
elsewhere, two attempts to suggest how mirror + iphone/camera + tripod contraption might be understood and built, for Claire.
I mentioned this essay, on fertility (and capitalism, environmental crises, climate change, etc etc) yesterday. I add the link here, noting that an exhibition at Harvard's Graduate School of Design (through 20 December) may relate in some ways. these links (and annotations) are also at our disegno pinboard bookmark site.
May pertain more directly to Cailee's work.
Opinion / The End of Babies
Something is stopping us from creating the families we claim to desire. But what?
Anna Louie Sussman, The New York Times (November 16, 2019)
Harvard Graduate School of Design opens new exhibition: Love in a Mist
Art Daily (November 20, 2019)
Harvard Graduate School of Design is presenting a new group exhibition curated by architect-researcher Malkit Shoshan. Love in a Mist presents political, artistic, and architectural investigations of fertility, drawing on works by Dr. Rebecca Gomperts and Women on Waves, Joep van Liehout, Yael Bartana, Tabita Rezaire, Lori Brown and Desiree Dolron. The exhibition is on view at the GSD through December 20, 2019.
A hothouse of questions about controlling women, fertility, nature
To control women, fertility, and nature itself
Christina Pazzavanese. Harvard Gazette (November 18, 2019)
“Love in a Mist (and the Politics of Fertility),” the fall exhibition at Harvard Graduate School of Design (GSD), explores difficult questions of fertility, growth, and control in humans and nature.
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maybe of interest to Nicole (especially), for her obsessive workings of simple phrases and sentences, to where they reveal more than one might have thought possible.
We are only puppets, our strings are being pulled by unknown forces. (12)
For love is the beauty of the soul
An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind (13)
It is a terrible thing to see and have no vision. (11)
Almost all absurdity of conduct arises from the imitation of those whom we cannot resemble.
With foxes, we must play the fox.
Dr. Thomas Fuller
There are no secrets better kept than the secrets that everybody guesses. (12)
George Bernard Shaw
All secrets are deep, all secrets become dark. That is the nature of secrets. (14)
A sad soul can kill you quicker, far quicker, than a germ. (12)
There’s is no hunting like the hunting of a man and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it. Never really care for anything else.
All things truly wicked start from an innocence.p (8)
Hope is faith holding out its hand in the dark.
There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery. (13)
For every good reason there is to lie, there is a better reason to tell the truth. (17)
The darkness always lies.
The line dividing good and evil comes through the heart of every human being. (14)
When wounds are healed by love, the scars are beautiful.
Sometimes the hardest part isn't letting go but rather learning to start over. (13)
History never repeats itself, but it often rhymes.
Time moves in one direction, memory in another.
We all have a monster within; the difference is in degree, not in kind.
Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards.
There can be no good without evil.
If you win say nothing, if you lose say less.
Let your heart feel for the affliction and distress of everyone.
He who controls others may be powerful, but he who has mastered himself is mightier still.
You can gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in witch you really stop to look fear in the face.
Find the place inside where there's joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls. The most massive characters are seared with scars.
How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours.
Death ends a life, not a relationship.
Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of overcoming it.
The next thing that really grabbed my attention was the words "looking behind the mirror" so I figured I could use those words for inspiration, therefore, I created a mask but instead of mirrors on the outside what if they were all on the inside being representative of how we can hide ourselves so well that no one can actually know or understand your true self.
Monday, November 18, 2019
Sitting between her legs.
I was prepared for the worse
A Painful torture, awaits me
My body shifting left to right like a roller coaster
I cry under my breath to avoid punishment.
Don't move! She would say.
My body turns into a statue upon her threats.
Sitting between her legs
The pain felt everlasting pains.
Stiff neck, Trembling ankle, numb legs
I longed for an ending
The painful experience I endured as a child from my mother when doing my little sister and my hair. I will always go first just to get it over with, then laugh when it's Nana's turned.