You might say, however, “Why am I interested in (Not Art)? I am an artist, I think I am interested in Art not (Not Art).” My response would be that surprises lie on boundaries. Surprise is the essence of irony and humor. And great insight, of any flavor, is simply a very high-quality joke that gives us tremendous childish pleasure. So, there you have it. One studies the boundaries between Art and (Not Art) for puerile reasons that make us laugh childishly.
Touch the country [of New Mexico] and you will never be the same again. — D. H. Lawrence, c. 1917
A slight interlude in the Crescent City.
These are images taken of chemical crystals using a Nikon polarizing microscope from 2004-2006. I prepared slides of melt crystals of phenol (carbolic acid) and benzoic acid, and precipitation crystals of ascorbic acid and potassium acid phthalate. Crystal will form vivid colors in a polarizing microscope as you can see this video. The music is a piece called “Impermanence,” I composed in 2011 using Acid Pro.
No one familiar with the history of this country can deny that congressional committees are useful. It is necessary to investigate before legislating, but the line between investigating and persecuting is a very fine one, and the junior Senator from Wisconsin has stepped over it repeatedly. His primary achievement has been in confusing the public mind, as between the internal and the external threats of Communism. We must not confuse dissent with disloyalty.
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“Make it distant, difficult and dangerous, was the motto of Cooper Schoedsack Productions producers of the original King Kong movie. It is my motto as well during over a million and a hald miles of worldwide travel and adventures. I am a gonzo journalist like the mad genius writer Hunter Thompson, a lover of Kerouac, H. L. Mencken and Tennyson’s Ulysses.
Secrets of Eternal Youth is a shout that shakes the world, a wicked treasure house, a virtual cosmic library, and a colorful madcap tirade about almost everything in this life. It is an “out of the box” wild anarchistic freedom manifesto, filled with myriad adventures and cbaracters I encountered doing assignments with my cameras around our beautiful spinning earth.
We hover dangerously low over shark’s teeth, seracs or ice pinnacles tilted askew above gaping crevasses, a jagged ice bound moonscape, terrifying and beautiful as death. There is no place to land, no way out if we have a mechanical failure. Our big A-Star chopper’s turbine whines menacingly. The rotor blades fight for lift ‘whistling Dixie’ in this gleaming blue white frozen graveyard. “Hold it, stop, backup, terrific,” I shout at Brent, our pilot. We fly too low and slow, the Dead Man’s Curve, kept alive by the spinning rotors.