My own shoelaces
I have decided to include references to the seth material in the bibliographies in both my shorterm essays and the dissertations. I am hesitant due to the possibility of a ‘downgrade’ for references to non-academically recognised texts. Still, there are issues of integrity here regarding sources of inspiration and correct attributions.
My dream images seem to have gone to monochrome with dream plane typology less of a singular volume. There is one more institution I want to gain admission to, In part its sheer vanity,in part a desire to be able to say I created my place in all the spaces I wanted to acadmia wise. To achieve admission I sense radical change to some aspects of practise. This must start soon. An investment of a more rigorous awareness of iconic art works and the mindsets or energies that birthed them, even if aesthetically they hold no personal appeal is asked for. And I need to get my head out of the 14-17th centuries, which I am loath to do because this era is a theme that has run through my practise every since I decided to take art seriously.
There are a few paragraphs of information in my mind upon waking every morning now. I write them down, I give them that much respect but there is a gap in my incorporation of them. I have a distance toward this material, which reeks of my own disbelief in its validity. I even have a desire to discard. I had hoped I was beyond that; it’s so infantile and yet so now.
Once again I am dealing with the barely vocal but substantial beliefs regarding the validity of material that I access myself. I totally accept and disavow in the same breath. Flow must be being hampered because of the counter belief. It would be easy and strangely comforting if I went to the current crop of spooks and asked for advice, but I am afflicted with the same stubbornness of the child that insists it will tie its own shoelaces no matter how ineptly.
My dream images seem to have gone to monochrome with dream plane typology less of a singular volume. There is one more institution I want to gain admission to, In part its sheer vanity,in part a desire to be able to say I created my place in all the spaces I wanted to acadmia wise. To achieve admission I sense radical change to some aspects of practise. This must start soon. An investment of a more rigorous awareness of iconic art works and the mindsets or energies that birthed them, even if aesthetically they hold no personal appeal is asked for. And I need to get my head out of the 14-17th centuries, which I am loath to do because this era is a theme that has run through my practise every since I decided to take art seriously.
There are a few paragraphs of information in my mind upon waking every morning now. I write them down, I give them that much respect but there is a gap in my incorporation of them. I have a distance toward this material, which reeks of my own disbelief in its validity. I even have a desire to discard. I had hoped I was beyond that; it’s so infantile and yet so now.
Once again I am dealing with the barely vocal but substantial beliefs regarding the validity of material that I access myself. I totally accept and disavow in the same breath. Flow must be being hampered because of the counter belief. It would be easy and strangely comforting if I went to the current crop of spooks and asked for advice, but I am afflicted with the same stubbornness of the child that insists it will tie its own shoelaces no matter how ineptly.
posted by Belle at 6:20 PM
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