Monday, July 10, 2006

towards the making of a brick shithouse

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Blogger Molly Bloom said...

I find that I am lost in the poignancy of the face and then smiling at the humour of the title. Now...this is classic 'Jam' - the moments of heartbreaking poignancy (a baby's coffin) against the black, black, black humour of it all. I almost cry when I look at her eyes and pointillistic face and then...grin and laugh at the title. Great opposition of emotions here again. Funny how we can feel a miriad of emotions all at once. They say that love is close to hate don't they? We can quickly move from one extreme to another. I'm rather like that in real life...manic and swiftly switching from laughter to tears. So this is particularly evocative for me.

Monday, July 10, 2006 5:19:00 pm  
Blogger murmurists said...

You've hit the nail on the head, Mollie - once again. For me, I think the point of departure is Duchamp's titles: that thing of having nothing to do with the object, avoiding narrative in the narrow sense and avoiding labelling certainly; whilst offering other narrative opportunities, straying into surrealism and posing new questions.

Monday, July 10, 2006 8:36:00 pm  

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