Give your cat the F L O A T I N G J U D G E M E N T B O X to allow them to stare at your half finished work from afar
well you could put papers there or something at least b/c we all know the cat won’t be in that box
I cannot focus
The screens swim in front of me, my eyes both slack and taut, vision blurred but desperately seeking context or a focal point
There isn’t one.
I look away
But today, my eyes do not refocus, but dart around restlessly, the waking REM sleep of the lighted pixels clinging to them.
Bidding them move.
I close my eyes
And the faint howling of electronic normality remains, now a dull hum that sticks to my clothing and buzzes in my skin
They said I’d stop hearing it once I grew up.
I get up
Determined to do anything but stare at the monolith anymore
So I walk outside, in a daze.
My eyes blur
Like my glasses do me no good anymore
Focused on a middle distance, a vanishing point that does not exist.
So I take them off
And I am in an Impressionist landscape with beautiful Pointillist lights
Bending and glowing as I walk.
My eyes open wide for the first time in years.
And the wind blows the rain into them.
And I remember how to cry.
Roman Opalka, details from OPALKA 1965/ 1-∞, 1965-2011
In 1965, in his studio in Warsaw, Opalka began painting a process of counting—from one to infinity. Starting in the top left-hand corner of the canvas and finishing in the bottom right-hand corner, the tiny numbers are painted in horizontal rows. Each new canvas, which the artist calls a ‘detail’, takes up counting where the last left off. Each ‘detail’ is the same size (196 x 135 cm), the dimension of his studio door in Warsaw. All details have the same title, 1965/1-∞; the idea does not date although the artist has pledged his life to its execution: ‘All my work is a single thing, the description from number one to infinity. A single thing, a single life.’ (via)
Opalka died on August 6, 2011. The final number he painted was 5,607,249.
"Time as we live it and as we create it embodies our progressive disappearance,” Opalka wrote in an essay in 1987. “We are at the same time alive and in the face of death — that is the mystery of all living beings.”
I remember seeing this at a gallery a lot of years ago! I was wondering how far it would get.
really interesting seeing the patterns of numbers line up on geometric ways.
also really interesting to think about it. every time he moved to the next digit, it increased his workload. by the end of the piece, writing a single number took 6x as long as the beginning. completing all 6 digit numbers took, naturally, 100000x as long as completing all 1 digit numbers.
food for thought.