chrysanthemum leaves are still a part of the flower.
So does the day become irrelevant after it has passed?
Does it just become apart of the past, and its just as relevant as the day you lived 3 years or 19 years ago? Because it’s all in the past, so is it all the same, just PASSED?
I think its the present that we have, that we all have, that is all we have.
I think i’m gonna be sad when this day goes into the past and becomes as relevant as the days I spent years ago in my life, but I won’t make it as relevant as ashes to a body; It’s not gonna disintegrate in my mind, it’s just gonna be there, as relevant as the day I was born.
ringing your neck, ringing my neck, 1999, 2005, 2009.
is an artist who’s native country is Japan. She was born in 1929, and she now lives by choice in a mental institute. She suffers from severe hallucinations of circles and dots, or “infinity nets” as she calls them….and she also would see flowers or lines… these would go on even when she was a child. She calls herself an obsessive artist who obviously projects those hallucinations in her work as thats all she can do, and has exhibited with the likes of andy warhol, claes oldenburg, and jasper johns. yoko ono cites her as an influence on her work.
here is a quote from yayoi about a painting of flowers she did in 1954.
"One day I was looking at the red flower patterns of the tablecloth on a table, and when I looked up I saw the same pattern covering the ceiling, the windows and the walls, and finally all over the room, my body and the universe. I felt as if I had begun to self-obliterate, to revolve in the infinity of endless time and the absoluteness of space, and be reduced to nothingness. As I realized it was actually happening and not just in my imagination, I was frightened. I knew I had to run away lest I should be deprived of my life by the spell of the red flowers. I ran desperately up the stairs. The steps below me began to fall apart and I fell down the stairs straining my ankle."
something like this is completley understandable to me. I really understand that feeling and those words, it sounds like something i would write.
And the things that she has hallucinated, I have also seen in dreams and lucid dreams especially. I’ve seen them in the shinyness of sunlight too— along with the reflection of my own eyelashes. But i’m not crazy…so what does it mean? Yayoi is still alive and lives in the mental institute and her studio is not far from that place. But she continues to make work.
I just feel a weird affinity with her, because I totally understand these things and know i’ve seen what she’s seen. Her thoughts are so tangible to me it’s scary. I just was out of breath, literally, when seeing her work, because I knew instantly that i’d seen it in my own mind before. And there is one particular time when I saw rivers and flowers and circles and bursting things for what seemed like hours. Hmmm.