The philosophy of the sneeze can be said to have begun with Aristotle, who in the History of Animals wrote that “sneezing is the only sort of breath that has divinatory significance and is supernatural.”6 - Aaron Schuster
The two pieces above are from the “Wienerwerkstaette” by Hagenauer (c1925); one is a mirror with pewter frame, the other (reflected in the mirror) a free-standing group in polished chrome and ebony.
(Scans from a book on Art Deco I bought at High Browse Books in Kelowna a couple summers ago).
But in France [women] seem more part of the centre of the culture, more accepted as necessary fixtures in the history of thought. For example: a common brand of Dijon mustard, typical in every grocery store and pantry cupboard, comes in a re-useable water glass with a blue or green round bauble for a stem. The glass, my 76 year old neighbour tells me, is a copy of the stemware of Georges Sand. So Georges Sand’s stemware is part of the domestic vocabulary of French kitsch. Can we even begin to imagine the same with Emily Dickinson? Would her thimble arrive as the prize in a cereal box? Collect the set? Or Susanah Moodie? Who?
Shoe designed by Pablo Picasso and fabricated by Perugia, c. 1955.
Richard Fedoruk. You Can’t Get There From Here. 1999
Emily’s father makes meticulous black and white drawings in his living room in New Westminister. The screen shot above shows one of many made between 1997-2009, all in this resolute/frequency.
This Christmas I went over to their house. He had quit drawing and decided to resume wood carving again. His first carving was a raven that Deb (his energic wife and poet) had commissioned. A Christmas gift for a friend.
There is a treasure chest of blob sculptures and paintings in their basement. I am obsessed with the ancient, gnarly pear trees in their back yard. Because of fog, I slept over in December and was lucky to see the black bark covered in frost crystals at sunrise.
A few years ago Emily gave me their last remaining copy of Casa Vogue. This one is from the late seventies. There is a great Memphis spread, and fantastical photos of marvelous villas and ranches, where money grows on trees. Before I could salvage the rest of the collection, Deb tossed the boxes - full - (weep!) into the recycling bin.
The philosophy of the sneeze can be said to have begun with Aristotle, who in the History of Animals wrote that “sneezing is the only sort of breath that has divinatory significance and is supernatural.”6 - Aaron Schuster
“For example, Roger Caillois on animal mimicry. The insect becomes the double of its background. The moth’s wings imitate shriveled leaves. The caterpillar’s body is indistinguishable from arching twigs. The praying mantis fashions itself as so many emerald blades of grass. Entomological wisdom calls this phenomenon protective coloration. The prey is in hiding, having acted in relation to its predator. If it has passed from figure against ground to ground on ground, it is in order, by outsmarting its tracker, to hold itself intact.
Caillois does not agree. The animal’s camouflage does not serve its life, he says, because it occurs in the realm of vision, whereas animal hunting takes place in the medium of smell. Mimicry is not adaptive behavior; instead, it is a peculiarly psychotic yielding to the call of “space.” It is a failure to maintain the boundaries between inside and outside, between, that is, figure and ground. A slackening of the contours of its own integrity, of its self-possession, it is, as Denis Hollier calls it, a case of “subjective detumescence.” The body collapses, deliquesces, doubles the space around it in order to be possessed by its own surrounds. It is this possession that produces a double that is in effect an effacement of the figure. Ground on ground.
The Optical Unconscious, Rasalind E. Krauss (p. 155-156)
Adela Akers
In Conversations with Ogotemmeli by Mercel Griaule, Ogotemmeli looked on the gift of speech as analogous to weaving since the tongue and teeth were a warp and woof on which the breath could serve as thread -
pg 54, Norman Mailer’s The Fight