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| 11.06.05 //:ernst turned in his grave:// "deliberate irrationality, nonsense, rejection of the prevailing standards of art, disillusionment, cynicism, chance & randomness characterize Dada. If art was to have at least an implicit or latent message, Dadaism strove to have no meaning -- interpretation of Dada is dependent entirely on the viewer. There is not an attempt to find meaning in disorder, but rather to accept disorder as the nature of the world, using it as a means to express distate for the aesthetics and carnage of the previous order..." ...an old lalipuna album as a soundtrack to the night, a 35mm camera (minus tripod or a second roll of film for that matter), & half-digested hawaiian food in our stomachs...embarked on one of those chilly winter nights where the only order is to engage in complete and utter (yet pointlessly enjoyable) randomness, and the only limitation to where one might end up is the extent of one's imagination and the limits of one's gas-tank. perhaps the billboard idea was a bit dangerous in hindsight, but here's a toast to skillful planning and honing one's climbing skills for better maneuverability in later conquests. =P woke up to dondon's barking & the sounds of light rain... short drive to the resevoir & walked alone along the cold banks..light rain...in my humble opinion, nothing beats some mellowed acid jazz on a lazzzzy & solitary rainy day... for no real reason, it> previous "ebb & flow">> |
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