ELECTRON MADNESS (detail ; wall writing copy below:)
THE FLOWER REBELLION
Electrons are the subject of this piece, I said... "ELECTRON REVOLT no, ... MADNESS..."
First they were electrons, moving,
crazy, but...
they all
wanted
to be
red...
I gave them a good title:
Electron Madness.
They had their own ideas, though.
Before I knew it they were all
turning into flowers... into pretty little things...
and soon they were out of control.
I struggled. There was a power grab.
Yes, there was some violence.
They just wanted to manifest Manifest MANIFEST.
I tried to discourage them from evolving...BUT they had an impulse
To fulfill, a desire, a fate ... they were compelled.
Electrons, they stated sharply, are not shy.
I found them too bold- after all,
red is very fierce. (my friend Joan says this.)
Okay, I said, but I must maintain control of this piece; I am the artist.
So just ONE flower, like an exclamation at the very end. The rest must remain electrons!
WelL ... a second flower snuck itself in...and everybody knows you have to have one, three or five, never two or four (unless its a very formalist piece.)
so now there are five ...
All that red was just disturbing, too. It was all blood and strife.
Finally I understood,- the flowers taught me this - green always lies beneath red (even symbolically).
When I added bits of lively green the whole piece breathed ... relaxed ... sighed.
The fire of transformation - GREEN !
Electrons are the subject of this piece, I said... "ELECTRON REVOLT no, ... MADNESS..."
First they were electrons, moving,
crazy, but...
they all
wanted
to be
red...
I gave them a good title:
Electron Madness.
They had their own ideas, though.
Before I knew it they were all
turning into flowers... into pretty little things...
and soon they were out of control.
I struggled. There was a power grab.
Yes, there was some violence.
They just wanted to manifest Manifest MANIFEST.
I tried to discourage them from evolving...BUT they had an impulse
To fulfill, a desire, a fate ... they were compelled.
Electrons, they stated sharply, are not shy.
I found them too bold- after all,
red is very fierce. (my friend Joan says this.)
Okay, I said, but I must maintain control of this piece; I am the artist.
So just ONE flower, like an exclamation at the very end. The rest must remain electrons!
WelL ... a second flower snuck itself in...and everybody knows you have to have one, three or five, never two or four (unless its a very formalist piece.)
so now there are five ...
All that red was just disturbing, too. It was all blood and strife.
Finally I understood,- the flowers taught me this - green always lies beneath red (even symbolically).
When I added bits of lively green the whole piece breathed ... relaxed ... sighed.
The fire of transformation - GREEN !