In this week's PROVENCE newsletter, Sabrina Tarasoff centers Jason Rhoades, arguing that his art operated as a chaotic âperpetual motion machine,â using cars, motors, and assemblages to keep meaning in constant motion. His works resisted fixed interpretation, instead generating ideas through movement, breakdown, bricolage, and associative drift, where failure and excess were essential.â¨â¨Rhoades turned art into a system driven by chance, intuition, and symbolic connections, so that meaning remained unstable, continually circulating, evolving, and unfinished. The aim was not resolution, but the ongoing sustainment of the drive itself.
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Installation view: Jason Rhoades, Caprice Auto Project (1996),ââWhitney Biennial 2022: Quiet as Itâs Kept.â Whitney Museum of American Art, New York, 6 Aprilâ ââ 16 October 2022. Photo: Ron Amstutz. ÂŽ The Estate of Jason Rhoades. Courtesy the Estate of Jason Rhoades and Hauser & Wirth
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Tunnel of Loveâ[The Speech Bubble Metalapse; a.k.a. Thought Bursts Out of the Being-Bubble:] âThe second form [of metalepsis] involves an ontological transgression between the real world of the reader and the storyworld of the narrator or characters (Ryan, 2004). Such ontological transgressions can be accomplished by breaking the fourth wall, where characters realize they are in a fictional storyworld and acknowledge the reader through direct address, usually in the form of speech bubbles, or by visually acknowledging their existence by looking directly at the reader through a form of visual demand (Kress and van Leeuwen, 1996).â
Here I am in Boston, on Marlborough 239âthe house that Elizabeth Hardwick lived in during the 1950sânow rereading those opening pages of Sleepless Nights, again, from my very own Cambridge address. Hardwick hated Boston, with a passion, and one sees why quite easily. And still, here we are, as if in just another line of Apollinaireâs poem: âHere you are inâ so-and-so city, place or time, waiting for all those simple struggles to end.
Tunnel of Love #[I lost count?]: âBlakeâs Left Foot Landâ [Left of RomanticsLand Main Street]: âThe Place where every foot has its / Own Vortex! Come travel through divine Footfinity, pass that Vortex, ride the roll back, meander the tarsal path to see the sole infolding as total fun! / Here at Left Foot Land every wanderer keeps one foot on the path / while other keeps onwards in his wondrous journey to the / Nether Regions of the Imagination!â 𦶠đśPOV: the Essential ExtensionâWalk into the Vortex! With @helterskelley
âVintage Krampus drawings from Studies for the film âKranky Klausââ by Cameron Jamie and other holiday greetings. Gruss vom Krampus, all ye kiddies, naughty and nice!
âIf disaster means being separated from the star (if it means the decline which characterizes disorientation when the link with fortune from on high is cut), then it indicates a fall beneath disastrous necessity. [âŚ] We have freed the Star [of the Matterhorn?]âhenceforth without radiance: dark he wheels, the star of disaster, vanished as he wished it, in the anonymous tomb of his renown.â -Blanchot, On the Dis-Astering of the Ride [cf. Santa Clausâ involvement in the separation of the star?]
From the debris of notes: âStill those âsecret springsâ? âThe source of human thoughtâ? Nay, Shelleyâor, not exactly. Rather, the space that opens between poetic acts reveals âthis pattern, the energy of repetitionâin other words, rhythm.â If movements are signs, actions, transports, passages, and mechanisms, rhythm is what expresses the measure of change. It paces thought, stressing the minutiae,... the sovereignty of the accidental, per Blanchot⌠pointing to where the stress falls within our cadent daily passing, our comings and goings. From this dimly-lit place within the work, within the chaos of the âmany-voiced ravine,â language flows, currents and recurs, essaying to form refrains: thoughts loop-de-loop, desiring minds idĂŠe fixate, words fold back into la langue. Moncrieffâs idiosyncratic translation of Proustâs first line comes to mind: âFor a long time, I used to go to bed early.ââ Another spiral season, tunnel of love, spinny ride. đđŤď¸ đ¨
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