The · Affected · Provincial’s · Almanack

Friend imomus has posted an interesting meme that has to do with the textures in which one collects and surrounds oneself, and what may be deduced from them. Nick asks some interesting analytical questions, but I enjoy a more intuitive approach to such things (forms, colors, smells, etc). I'm more aesthete than connoisseur. I'm also lazy.

And so, I offer you a collection of textures I have found in my house this evening. Not sure what conclusions may be conclusively drawn, since I have not yet completely unpacked my clothes, art, music and books, but they may entertain the eye. I suppose one might conclude that I am attracted to microcosms: small, organic, living, worn, decaying, colorful things...specimens that double as aesthetic emblems...

( A veritable shoal of picures behind the cut )

~W

The local Danish restaurant has asked that I put on a little dinner theatre program at the end of each month. This month I will read dramatic monologue selections from the epic saga of Beowulf.

Auditions start next week for the role of Grendel. Anyone have an ugly dog?

~W

"Homegrown kaleidoscopic projections made from an arsenal of beautiful drawings and expertly scouted source material combined with live ethereal and improvisational music in a man-made greenhouse", said the email.

Kate Abercrombie and Brooke Sietinsons (Espers), and musicians Tara Burke (Fursaxa) and Helena Espval-Santoleri (Espers) treated us this this evening at the Philadelphia ICA. The mulled wine flowed, and we all spawled out on warm bales of hay and let the beautiful sounds and images roll over us. It was mellow bliss, I tell you.

How did this come about? My friend Brooke devised a kaleidoscopic projector from salvaged parts (which became so hot it nearly caught fire towards the hour-long flow of music and light). Brooke and Kate projected from behind the scrim onto a round screen that hung behind Tara and Helena. The round screen's pulsing patterns made from the objects continually placed in the device (glass, drawings, even live flowers) brought to mind the skin of an octopus--nothing digital, clunky or mechanistic about the imagery, which allowed one's mind to wander unimpeded. How wonderful would it be if the rosettes of cathederals behaved in such a way, I thought.

( A full array of colors behind the cut )
~W