Thursday, 19 January 2012

the crash of a mighty chorus...

i found this funny little poem inside the pages of one of books i picked up for this project 
'the political works of longfellow'  
originally, i was just going to use it as an example of hand written text but then i read it... 

the crash of a mighty chorus
the throb of a wild desire
chaos and trembling and darkness
thunder and wind and fire
then stealing onward softly
a shaft of light gold - shod
composers call this music
and others call it god

...and have since, become quite obsessed with it. i have used the words to print and stamp onto different surfaces, draw the figure over the words and generally try to make sense of it.

i have been rather foxed by the line a shaft of light gold - shod at first i thought it referred to a shaft of light, as in sunlight, but couldn't understand why the word shod was there (shod, i understood to mean shoed as in shoes on feet or with regards to shoeing a horse) 

but as i searched deeper (through the magical swamp that is google) i discovered it meant something else, something that all of a sudden made sense!

a ferrule or the like, as of iron, for protecting the end of staff, pole, etc... ah ha! gotcha! (bazinga punk!)

a shaft (pole/stick) of light gold - shod (with a ring of metal, put around the end of a post or cane, to prevent wood from splitting)

then, all of a sudden i realised... i had spent the last few weeks going to life drawing sessions and drawing a man with a stick... what are the chances? sometimes you just can't see the wood for the trees!

so, i'm still working on how to develop this realisation into a 'wearable object that's not traditional jewellery'
the obvious would of course be to shod a stick (which is holdable) with a brass ring that could then be worn on the finger... but nae, i shall strive to think outside the box and come up with something mental and therefor, original

this is what i presented in the critical review...

a shaft of doweling, shod with gold ink (well, its a start)
and the first six lines of the poem individually letter tooled in a length of paper (inspired by dymo tape) 
with the end dipped in gold ink
with the two concluding lines tooled onto a paper luggage tag and placed inside the hollowed out pages of 'the political works of longfellow' from whence it came...

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