Showing posts with label Web. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Web. Show all posts

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Lost and Found



http://wordlayers.com"Forbidden," the lock without a key that stood between my art and me, opened during the night. Perhaps, during the Da Vinci Code, as Robert Langdon tracked his way through ancient symbols and mysterious tunnels under cold stone churches battling his way to truth. Perhaps, during this movie of finding  what was hidden, the key to "forbidden" was turned and the door to my magical website slipped open and the light lost spilled through into beckoning darkness as color and images, words and lit layers of letters circled and spun finding their spaces and settling into bright and fitting places. This happened as Mark Murnahan, the cupcake baking website guru, traveled behind a technological barrier and performed his own magical twists and turns to open "Forbidden" at last. The website that was lost is now found.

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Rebuilding Wordlayers.com

"It is not defined by medium or the means of its production, but by a collective sense that it belongs to a category of experience we have come to know as "art." -- Kit White

http://wordlayers.comMy WordLayers.com AND my slideshows at work are both "DOWN" for what looks like a realistic forever. Coincidental, synchronous and quite horrible at this present moment which keeps moving forward into the past glory of my creative pieces online as some kind of ART. Expression of what is within me, shared kindly. WordLayers is my pride and my joy and now if you go to the website it is "Forbidden" -- undercover, no doubt, somewhere in the digital world of failed technology. There seems no alternative other then to remain and rebuild, wretched fact, wretched fact -- something old is gone -- "Find the challenge and not the setback, and use it to inspire you!" . . . Dr. Julie Connor. Page by page, image and poem, one by one will enter the world as new and fresh -- lost and lost to found and found. I think of the people I've seen on television picking through the remains of their tornado strewn households -- victory and tears of joy at the uncovering of a photo or a High School diploma or, perhaps, a string of pearls; photo, diploma, pearls all in one day lost and found, old to new.