I think this is the best thing I have ever done. I have no idea how it happened.
I burned a large amount of artwork, visual art, asemics last night. It was fantastic.
Today's decal and asemic. Going green. For a bit.
A decal this morning. No anger but fear. I stole this from Yoda. I live yellow.
These are from yesterday. More asemic translations from an instructional booklet on calligraphy. I added decals which are ok. I like practicing writing and the process of asemic writing. Sometimes I feel like I could do it forever.
Supposed to be grading but now I am caught up in the blog here and it is Saturday night and I am going to run up to campus and listening to zero 7 today need more caffeine this might be my last blog post ever thank you and that is the paris opera behind me which was one of the best experiences of my life so really including the uber driver, nassar. la pluie!!
I haven’t done a self-portrait in water colors in a while. These are fun.
A translation of the calligraphy book I bought at a used bookstore. Also, stamps and red acrylic paint. One of my favorites.
Here is a “decalcomania” or pressed paint. "Mouvement Petits Jeux Floraux" borrowed from Kenneth Koch.
I started translating the text of this old calligraphy (pronounces KAL i grafy) book I got.
A pic of my arm and an asemic translation I am working on. The ink is surely toxic.
Lines from a collaborative poem I wrote with Maureen Seaton and Neil de la Flor were made into a gif! Created by:
ZiN Daily is published by ZVONA i NARI, Cultural Production Cooperative, Croatia
-Jen Schomberg Kanke & Kristine Snodgrass
What sharp things
have I swallowed
toothpicks, safety pins, and
the diner much-
peace and satisfaction.
Like a grain of sand
between two millstones,
the foreign matter grates on us –
until it is worked free.
Or pierces us in the trying.
Lacerations or punctures,
does it matter which? The hole
is a hole