Gilles Deleuze

C.B. Day 1 (a Deleuze moment)

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Interesting Drive.

I really do think that automobiles were just the wrong way to go.

Including myself, there were way too many single occupant vehicles on that f#€¥*% highway today. Roads were damp, at times wet, mostly needing some kind of attention.

Content de me retrouver avec quelques journées de temps à dévouer au travail de studio. Ce n’est pas un boulot très facile que d’essayer un peu de faire accroire qu’on sait de ce que l’on parle. I read Deleuze Deleuze like that, his most brilliant observations happen when he obviously does not have a clue of where he is going.

[I was listening to Nora Young today on Spark, and for the third time listened to the show on McLuhan’s B’day, and was just set to thinking about parallels in his and “the big D”‘s work. I am presently listening to The Residents first release, “Meet The Residents”; which is, by the way, a necessity in anyone’s record collection. Anyway, I am always surprised at this uniquely Canadian way of trying to eek out our legends. If there is possibly something singularly and hopelessly Canadian about us…]GED

[sorry…. Got to the end of the LP] BRB

… this obsession with trying to figure out what the sweet jelly roll is a Nuk ( veiled reference to “The Infinite Jest”, a must for any SPARK’s listener’s reading list… but don’t bother if you are a stuffed up academic with only a performance art enabled enthusiasm for humour; it jest won’t werk.

A good, outside the box reading of Mille Plateaux, in French preferably; Brian Massumi wrote a really excellent translation of, it but it ain’t french so one must allow for meanderings.

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Location:Premier Dr,Corner Brook,Canada

Touch re:touch

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I am in the process of scanning and post-processing 4×5 negatives from a photographic survey of Fish Plants in Western Newfoundland. I have been photographing several sites over the past 4 years and have amassed a huge pile of images. There was a problem with a good portion of the negative stock I was using resulting in pin holes and other artifacts that forced a reconsideration of how things were going to be printed in order to preserve consistency and quality.

After much experimenting, a way was found to scan the negatives using a fluid mount system on the Epson 750. If one is careful to turn off most of the “correction” tools like automatic level and curve adjustments or scratch and grain correction, it is possible to get a scan that accurately reproduces the original negative. This will allow to process the image, make necessary adjustments and corrections while staying in control of the process and produce an image that will retain many of the qualities of the silver printing process.

Wen I return to the studio, I will begin posting some of these images to the Fish Plant blog and the CURRA website. I am still betwixt and between about how to present to work in these formats without, inasmuch, reducing the impact of “unveiling” the work in an exhibition context; it is necessary to control this kind of output so that the show can have some air of freshness when it is finally put together.

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Location:Newfoundland and Labrador 70,Bay Roberts,Canada

Construction Time Again

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An eighties moment, a Dépêche Mode song… the state of things on the provincial highways. There is an intersection between the time people are on the roads and the time that the roads are being repaired. This cannot be avoided but stands as a veritable perfect metaphor for the infamous double bind. Damned if you do, fucked if you don’t. It is not entirely unpleasant, it is not necessary to move at the speed of light. If one let’s the light pass, it will show you things, most interesting and wondrous things.

Photography is movement at the speed of light, or as close as we can get at the with present technology. It will freeze an instant, a moment, a thought or a musing in a still, forever to be examined, space where time has been arrested for vagrancy. But at the same time, as Penny Cousineau so astutely observed, it is death. It kills time for the benefit of art and seeing. It creates a boundary between mortality and insignificance.

Insignificance.

Sounds like such a big word.

And yet it means nothing.

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