The Tiger ~ TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? From “Songs of Innocence and Experience” by William Blake, 1794
In “Full Fathom Five” 1947 by Jackson Pollack, we find a non-representational painting with many elements of form and content that help us to interpret the work. First of all, the painting is asymmetrical and a-focal. The only balance to be found is in the repeated use of colors from a cool color palette. These cool colors give the painting a sense of strength. The manner in which these cool colors are administered in the painting evoke a sense of controlled chaos. This “controlled chaos” is a testament to Pollack’s “action painting” technique.
There are no lines in “Full Fathom Five.” The most apparent formal element in “Full Fathom Five” is the texture. Just looking at it, one can sense the layers of one oil splash over another. There are no softening brush strokes to even the texture and by looking one can sense that to touch the painting would be to feel ridges. Pollock also added nails, cigarette butts, tacks and coins to this work. These added elements make it very clear that it is texture that Pollock wants the viewer to focus on. There is no focal point in the painting. We are taken in by the painting as a whole and what engages us are the cool colors and, again, the texture.
“Full Fathom Five” is a painting to be sensed. When we look at the painting we find no actual subject, no lines, and no focal point. The painting is asymmetrical. Nonetheless, “Full Fathom Five” is a powerful painting. The “invitation” to touch found in the texture of the painting is contrasted with the coolness in the color palette which suggests, “Leave me alone.”
I don’t even know how to begin this thing…..AGAIN! (Deja vu reference)
I spent at least four hours this morning, writing out, in great detail, my reasons for creating this blog at this time in my life. I opened my heart and I poured out my soul in order to convey what this blog represents to me .
I had already “officially’ changed my New Year’s Day to April 1st as a way to synchronize the beginning of this blog with the beginning of my New Year and I found that very symbolic of a new beginning and went to great lengths to detail how symbolic and meaningful, I thought that was. I even got into the whole Julian vs Gregorian Calendar thing…. and explained how my “real” New Year’s Eve totally sucked and that I was feeling so inspired that I was taking it upon myself to manipulate this time into New Year’s Eve.
I had made the commitment, and I did the hardest thing and bared my soul. There was no point in beginning this thing if I wasn’t going to do my very best to be honest even if it meant that I had to sacrifice clever to do it. I cleared my mind and began to compose the one form of communication that I hate just as much as a resume; and that’s a biography. It had been years so there was a lot to incorporate. I took my time and thought things through and spent hours formulating the perfect sentences to describe the details of what my life as it is right now.
I decided to use the about.me page along with my Gravatar and I had just completed my official biography page for all to read.
This is how I felt about myself:
I placed the period at the end of my final biographical sentence, and as I leaned back, I drew in the first well earned sigh of relief I’d taken in longer than I could remember. It was a wonderful feeling. Now it was time to proof, edit and finally post my completed biography/expose.
I looked down and could not believe my eyes when I found that my perfectly constructed “last sentence” complete with the proper balance of the somber and the hopeful, was no longer there. My expose was at least, five thousand words short. I frantically tried to scroll up and down to see if the lost words were “hidden” somewhere.They, of course, were not. There is a numbing of the senses that occurs when the intellect does not want to register what the eyes are “telling” it. It’s like the horrible hybrid of shock and denial but neither of them so profound that you forget what or can maintain the facade of: That did not just happen. I didn’t think I could sit down and look at that screen and face the loss. I knew I could never recreate it, I sat down, and started to type. I had lost all over half of what I had written because there is a 2,500 word limit in the biography section of “about.me.” I was so engrossed in making sure that I was being articulate and that my transitions were as fluid as any transition could ever be, that I didn’t see the word limit notification. Since, I was still able to type, I kept going and going and going. I had no idea that all of those words were going to be lost and that my biography was going to be, oh what’s that word again? Oh, yeah, …”truncated.” I had spent more time writing about my self, my motives, my fears, my commitments than I have ever written on those issues in my entire life; and the words disappeared and I never saw them leave.
This is how I felt about myself:
But, my ordeal was not over yet.
I trimmed my already highly condensed biography into exactly 2,5oo words, and, feeling somewhat restored, I moved on to “fine tune” my introduction and decided to check out, as suggested, “My Collections.” I am not familiar with “about.me” and so I didn’t have any expectations when I opened the page, but nothing could have prepared me for what was there. My Collections” consisted of a number of thumbnail photos of me, some of which were from a less inhibited time in my life. When I opened the page, I was greeted with my bare behind, and I was mortified. and almost immediately began to panic. and no matter what I tried, I kept getting sent to my biography page when I tried to edit my photos. I did not, of course, check out the “saved” tab. I didn’t have any idea what it was for or why I should because I certainly didn’t choose the photos that appeared in “My Collection.” I immediately sent an in house message to them using the through the help request and I probably got the quickest response to a “help request” in the history of “about.me”. I also sent an email so full of desperation that their typical one to two day response time was “trimmed” to less than ten minutes. For that I am grateful to them. I was finally able to delete that unexpected reminder of other days. I could not believe that they were gone. I was more relieved than words could express and I finally felt like I could breathe again and that is what I did as I promptly logged out of “about.me.”
This is how I felt about myself:
Now, imagine if you will, the following sequence of events. After a cooling off period, I was able to comfort myself by saying things like: “It’s alright. It’s over now. You’ll get it all figured out.”
I got myself psyched.
I got myself some coffee.
I got my cats taken care of.
I was ready to start again with a “New Assignment.”
No more “about.me” I was logged into WordPress and ready to really start writing.I had signed up for ‘Blogging U” and this was my first class.
I went to” Zero to Hero,” I looked up the first assignment and this is what I saw:
“Blogging Day One, Introduce Yourself”
This is what I said to myself:
wimp.com jokeroo.com Franz Kafka Proměna – Jiří Slíva
Hi, my name is Alecia.
I made a promise to myself when I graduated from college (many moons ago) and this blog is my attempt at keeping that promise. The promise was to become a writer. The day I graduated I was bold enough to declare to all of my family and friends that I was going to write the next “great American novel.” A lot of things have happened since my graduation, “that” wasn’t one of them.
I have worked in a multitude of professions, some of them somewhat dubious, some of them amazing. However, no matter how “amazing” my positions may have been, or how many promotions I have received, I never found that sense of fulfillment that came with writing. I never will until I write.
There are many reasons that I made choices that undermined the actual pursuit of my dream. Over time, I hope to address those things in this blog. Self sabotage came as easy to me as breathing is reason enough for now. But, deep in my heart, I always held on to the belief that someday, somehow, I would make that dream a reality. I never totally gave up on it. I think that it’s appropriate that the time to “live the dream” is right now. I believe that the place is right here because the dream has evolved a little.
The name of my blog is: “The Body….Eclectic.” First of all, the name is a “play” on “I Sing The Body Electric” the first line of the poem by the same name written by Walt Whitman and included in his tour de force, Leaves of Grass. In the poem Whitman expounds greatly on the magnificence of the human body. For my purposes, “body” refers to the accumulation of creative works performed in a lifetime or, at least, to date by me or any individual. “Eclectic” alludes to the idea that individual creativity is rarely limited to one form of expression. I may write a beautiful poem one day and bake the perfect cake the next. I may never write a poem but I may create an extraordinary mosaic rock garden in my back yard. The ways that we create and express are endless and that is what I want to focus on and celebrate in this blog.
I also chose this name as another “play” on “I Sing the Body Electric” only this time it refers to the song by that name featured in the 1980’s film Fame. I specifically mention this because the sentiments in the lyrics strongly match my own. I believe that “becoming” our true selves is a life long work in progress. I come to this blog at this time with the experiences of my lifetime so far. I have certain “truths” to share. One of the most important revelations that I have finally been able to accept as my truth is that: I don’t have to write the great American novel to be a “real writer.” I just have to start writing and never stop.
Thank you for taking the time to hear me out, and I hope that you will visit this blog and enjoy the time that you’re here. I am totally new at this. I welcome any suggestions that you may have for me on how to improve or enhance the experience you had on my blog. I value your input.
I leave you with some of the lyrics that inspired, in me, the name for this blog.
I sing the body electric,
I glory in the glow of rebirth.
Creating my own tomorrow,
When I shall embody the earth.
And, I’ll serenade Venus,
I’ll serenade Mars,
And I’ll burn with the fire of ten million stars
And in time,
Yes, in time, we will all be stars.
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