Friday, October 15, 2010
'Art of Form' at SPAZ I O dell'arte Gallery
direct link to video: Theo's 'Art of Form' at SPAZ I O dell'arte
Theo Willemse's sculpture show, 'The Art of Form,' at SPAZ I O dell'arte in Toronto, September, 2010.
Theo Willemse: theowillemse.com
Videoed and edited by Brenda Clews: brendaclews.com
Music by Buz Hendricks: somewhereoffjazzstreet.com
The track is from his song, 'Night Voices,' on "Stories from Midnight Streets": jamendo.com/en/album/25297
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For this video I culled images from nearly 60 clips taken over 2 days - the reception, and the much quieter next day. The show was magnificent and I hope this short video gives a sense of Theo's work in the wonderful gallery at SPAZ I O dell'arte. Besides the basic editing of multiple clips, I added quite a few filters, the latter to better accompany Buz's fabulous music. Enjoy this memento!
Friday, October 08, 2010
Fruit Bowl
Vivid orange
rind tears softly
my piercing fingernail,
lying stripped, so
fleshly, sinful to eat.
Like swallowing a thick,
ripe womb for fertilized
ova, section by section.
My tangelo and I tango
sweet juice on the tongue.
Eating the unborn progeny
of plants, I think
of raw food aficionados,
their lust.
rind tears softly
my piercing fingernail,
lying stripped, so
fleshly, sinful to eat.
Like swallowing a thick,
ripe womb for fertilized
ova, section by section.
My tangelo and I tango
sweet juice on the tongue.
Eating the unborn progeny
of plants, I think
of raw food aficionados,
their lust.
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