Grindhouse
Watched at the AMC Cantera 30 in Warrenville IL on 4-14-07
I count myself very lucky. Coming of age when I did, I encountered much discussion on storytelling. It was the vogue of the time. I did not listen to artists discussing if a particular story was good. No, I heard artists discussing the art of storytelling. The making. The working. Each artist had their own take on the matter but it all boiled down to same thing. The true artist explores his own personal mythology. You find the hidden archetypes within the stories you love. For in those things you respond to, good or bad, are indicative of elements in your own psyche. Storytelling is not about writing the coolest dialogue or the most balls to the walls fist fight. You need those archetypes. They are the power behind a story. You pare the stories you love to the archetypical elements. The seeds of the story. You plant the seeds in the soil made from the detritus of your life. To do otherwise is failure.
-Jason Arcand
www.littleenandbigen.com
Monday, April 30, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
The Rabbit: Chapter 1, Page 3 by Jason Arcand
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Handcream For A New Generation by Cornershop
Handcream For A New Generation by Cornershop
There is no past. There is no future. There is only the present. What happened yesterday is occuring at the same time as what is happening now as what will happen tommorrow. Time is not a direction but a blanket upon which the world is spread. An idea I encountered more than once in my travels through esoterica, philosophy, and scientific theory. Truth be told, it was a tough nut to swallow.
The biggest problem for me when it comes to new ideas is how to visulize them. New ideas need to be rendered into a pattern I can work with. So how do you cognize that past and present are merely an illusion. If I am seeing time wrong how do I see it right? Maybe it is all like an album. Fourty to sixty minutes of music exist in one solid state CD. When we open the CD case we exist outside the album's timeline. We are hyperdimensional onlookers as far as the music is concerned. Do the songs know they are on a CD. No, they only know to play from start to finish. They are bound to a timeline. When we play the album we leave our vantage point and enter the CD's timeline. We are now bound by the constraints of the songs: start, middle, finish. As songs play a past develops. As long as more songs are left to play a future exists.
-Jason Arcand
www.littleenandbigen.com
There is no past. There is no future. There is only the present. What happened yesterday is occuring at the same time as what is happening now as what will happen tommorrow. Time is not a direction but a blanket upon which the world is spread. An idea I encountered more than once in my travels through esoterica, philosophy, and scientific theory. Truth be told, it was a tough nut to swallow.
The biggest problem for me when it comes to new ideas is how to visulize them. New ideas need to be rendered into a pattern I can work with. So how do you cognize that past and present are merely an illusion. If I am seeing time wrong how do I see it right? Maybe it is all like an album. Fourty to sixty minutes of music exist in one solid state CD. When we open the CD case we exist outside the album's timeline. We are hyperdimensional onlookers as far as the music is concerned. Do the songs know they are on a CD. No, they only know to play from start to finish. They are bound to a timeline. When we play the album we leave our vantage point and enter the CD's timeline. We are now bound by the constraints of the songs: start, middle, finish. As songs play a past develops. As long as more songs are left to play a future exists.
-Jason Arcand
www.littleenandbigen.com
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Mandala-pattern 16 by Jason Arcand
Here is my latest Mandala-pattern painting. It feels to me like a card from the god's poker game. What do you see?-Jason Arcand
www.littleenandbigen.com
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Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Number 23
Number 23
Watched at the Silver Savers in Joliet, IL on 4-10-07
Distracted by the bright light from the teenage girl checking her text messages in front of me, I began to wonder. Does she even realize what she is doing. How is it senses which allow us to see and hear to the horizon one minute are so shortsighted the next. Is awareness of self the sixth sense? I don't know. All I know is that cell phone had the brightest screen I have ever seen.
-Jason Arcand
www.littleenandbigen.com
Watched at the Silver Savers in Joliet, IL on 4-10-07
Distracted by the bright light from the teenage girl checking her text messages in front of me, I began to wonder. Does she even realize what she is doing. How is it senses which allow us to see and hear to the horizon one minute are so shortsighted the next. Is awareness of self the sixth sense? I don't know. All I know is that cell phone had the brightest screen I have ever seen.
-Jason Arcand
www.littleenandbigen.com
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Number 23
Monday, April 23, 2007
The Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys by Chris Fuhrman
The Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys by Chris Fuhrman
I reached the end of the book and cried. Tears flowed in response to the tragedy at the story's resolution. I cared for those little rapscallions. Tears flowed because the author is dead. Chris Fuhrman was only able to gift the world with one book before passing.
-Jason Arcand
www.littleenandbigen.com
I reached the end of the book and cried. Tears flowed in response to the tragedy at the story's resolution. I cared for those little rapscallions. Tears flowed because the author is dead. Chris Fuhrman was only able to gift the world with one book before passing.
-Jason Arcand
www.littleenandbigen.com
Friday, April 20, 2007
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