Saturday, 10 August 2013

Folding the Fold

I have been creating a new text from the essay Folding into the Haptic. This was initiated by my showing work based around the essay at Colony 13 in Aberteifi/Cardigan August 2013.
I have folded, concertina-wise, a printed version of the essay Folding into the Haptic. I then transcribed all full words, including new words made across the creases. The punctuation is new. Later I suspect that I will reduce the piece over time by erasure but not changing the order of the words

The work at Colony 13 is an installation: touch textile text fold  including text and photographs. The space that the work is showing in has been through several incarnations including being flats. The domestic weaves its way through my work so this is an ideal setting. In the essay I cover thoughts on boundaries, edges, textile, dust and have used these references in creating the installation

A link to the new text Folding the Fold

I will eventually record this - I think it ought to be given as a lecture/talk!

Friday, 30 March 2012

"just do it" said the cb therapist to me

Can I just write into the blank page. How will remembering attempt to push a way in? And what would it be anyway? What about the body? What comes from the body? How can I fly?
I scratch about feeling for wings. Articulation. Arm fold bend behind gently fingers wrap around palfais:scapula left and right. Fingers wings. Would the fingers have to fall, the arms have to fall, for the new wings to grow. Scratching, stubbling, pushing. Will the new bits ever puncture the skin? And what if they did? Scratchy itchy catching. Forever damaged skin there, psoriasis tickles, itches, scrapes, bone blade to scrape.
Fold bend the arms to find the touch articulate to pin point. Stitch prick in out sew down. Needle the flesh to heal to sew up to bind.
Body articulates in both ways, two ways, the way that words will not (when it feels inarticulate let the body move, not always possible in everyday life) and folding as articulation – articulate to articulate. Will the space between I and Other ever fold up? As it does fold up can I bend my arm to slip a flat hand into a fold feel the folded space touch palm and back of hand? Slip between.
“one has to understand reading as something other than decipherment. Rather as touching, as being touched. Writing, reading: matters of tact” [1]

[1] Jean-Luc Nancy In Corpus in The Birth to Presence p198

Wednesday, 10 August 2011

the fold in Jane Austen

As he folded up the letter, she saw her with a sort of anxious parade of mystery fold up a letter. When it was folded up and returned, it was then folded up, sealed and directed with eager rapidity and folded it up in a piece of white paper. Leaning over it with folded arms, and face concealed, a white cotton counterpane, properly folded