We are Beautiful Dreamers

"Make your own kind of Music"
©Mama Cas Elliot.

"Given enough time, everything becomes beautiful."

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I'm showing pictures of my work, stuff that inspires me, pictures from projects I work on and pictures that live in my head.

I use my feelings, not my eyes. I'm a bricoleur who uses black and white, polaroid, colorfilm,slidefilm,found materials, cutouts...My inspiration comes from books, movies, music, advertising, art, magazines and my head is filled with a constant murmle. I can't turn of the switch. I live in a constant stream of images.

I grab whatever camera I find in my closet, this one today, that one tomorrow. Technicalities don't interest me.

When I put a camera in front of my eye everything else is gone.


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"Sudden surprises, by the way — and this thought may be in itself a sudden surprise to you — are a sort of antidote to paranoia… or, to be accurate about it, to live in such a way as to encounter sudden surprises quite often or even now and then is an indication that you are not paranoid, because to the paranoid, nothing is a surprise; everything happens exactly as he expected, and sometimes even more so. It all fits into his system; maybe all systems — that is, any theoretical, verbal, symbolic, semantic, etc. formulation that attempts to act as an all-encompassing, all-explaining hypothesis of what the universe is about — are manifestations of paranoia. We should be content with the mysterious, the meaningless, the contradictory, the hostile, and most of all the unexplainably warm and giving — total so-called inanimate environment, in other words very much like a person, like the behavior of one intricate, subtle, half-veiled, deep, perplexing, and much to be loved human being to another. To be feared a little, too, sometimes. And perpetually misunderstood. About which we can neither know or be sure; we must only trust and make guesses toward. Not being what you thought, not doing right by you, not being just, but then sustaining you as by momentary caprice, but then abandoning you, or at least seeming to. What it is actually up to we may never know. But at least this is better, is it not, than to possess the self-defeating, life-defeating spurious certitude of the paranoid — expressed, by a friend of mine, humorously, I guess, like this: “Doctor, someone is putting something in my food to make me paranoid.” The doctor should have asked, was that person putting it in his food free, or charging him for it?"
The Android and The Human - Philip K. Dick 1972
— 1 month ago
#essay  #philip k dick  #android  #human  #machines  #culture  #science-fiction  #nsa  #the android and the human 
The Five basic emotions are : Anger, Pain, Fear, Love and Pleasure.

The Five basic emotions are : Anger, Pain, Fear, Love and Pleasure.

— 1 month ago
#art  #artists on tumblr  #Grids  #belgium  #axel stevens  #emotions  #happy  #photographs  #appropriation  #poster 
I have been scanning some old slides from 1979 - 1980 ( yes, that’s how old I am ) that had been sitting on some shelves for ages and that have been deteriorating ever since. Saw some old close friends back, saw us horsing around, saw a friend who’s since moved on, saw my best friend embracing his girlfriend, a motorcycle helmet thrown in the air, a heartshaped box filled with weed, a poem, horses, cats, and trees.

I have been scanning some old slides from 1979 - 1980 ( yes, that’s how old I am ) that had been sitting on some shelves for ages and that have been deteriorating ever since. Saw some old close friends back, saw us horsing around, saw a friend who’s since moved on, saw my best friend embracing his girlfriend, a motorcycle helmet thrown in the air, a heartshaped box filled with weed, a poem, horses, cats, and trees.

— 1 month ago with 1 note
#film  #slidefilm  #kodak  #ektachrome  #belgium  #nostalgia  #scans  #reminiscing  #back in the day 
"Through most of modern history, “sublimation” was possible: at the expense of expressing only a small portion of oneself, that small portion could be expressed intensely. But sublimation depends on a reasonable tempo to history. If the collective life of a generation has moved too quickly, the “past” by which particular men and women of that generation may function is not, let us say, thirty years old, but relatively a hundred or two hundred years old. And so the nervous system is overstressed beyond the possibility of such compromises as sublimation, especially since the stable middle-class values so prerequisite to sublimation have been virtually destroyed in our time, at least as nourishing values free of confusion or doubt. In such a crisis of accelerated historical tempo and deteriorated values, neurosis tends to be replaced by psychopathy, and the success of psychoanalysis (which even ten years ago gave promise of becoming a direct major force) diminishes because of its inbuilt and characteristic incapacity to handle patients more complex, more experienced, or more adventurous than the analyst himself. In practice, psychoanalysis has by now become all too often no more than a psychic blood-letting. The patient is not so much changed as aged, and the infantile fantasies which he is encouraged to express are condemned to exhaust themselves against the analyst’s non-responsive reactions. The result for all too many patients is a diminution, a “tranquilizing” of their most interesting qualities and vices. The patient is indeed not so much altered as worn out—less bad, less good, less bright, less willful, less destructive, less creative. He is thus able to conform to that contradictory and unbearable society which first created his neurosis. He can conform to what he loathes because he no longer has the passion to feel loathing so intensely."
Norman Mailer - The White Negro
— 1 month ago with 1 note
#norman mailer  #essay  #1957  #white negro  #hipster  #dissent  #dissent magazine  #culture