Work in progress- Sequence

Sequences

Work in progress demonstrating the sequence from the onset of making the art work and building layers, that develop from the result of interaction between sound, visual interpretation and movement.

(Pastel on paper)

Spiritual Meditations

Blocks in motion - an evolving art work, from spiritual to the material 

on scroll format. Using Intermedia techniques that stem from translating 

musical pieces in abstract forms in continuous motion. Building layers

thereafter to various pieces of music until a structure is filled with colours. 

The primary color pallet is selected according to the basic elements 

found in nature Earth, air, water and fire, which correspond to elements 

that exist within man. The meditations reflect upon the dynamics 

between the elements on a spiritual level.

 Preliminary Sketches

Complete Structure (Work in progress)

Seeing Sight Hearing Sight

The purpose is to transmit the wonders of Nature observed and Movement  thereof.

Just as The fruits of The Lesser Candelabra tree (Euphorbia Cooperi) Pop making loud sounds in the heat of the day (September 2011) so during nightfall, a dancer may witness ionic sparks if  in tune with inanimate and animate environment.

In a nut shell, all the senses are involved

Floods 2012

Abstract Visual Music- Symbolic Inner Art

A Picture tells a thousand tales and an Image is engraved.

‘Two Dagga Boys’ [i]who lived to tell the tale. Evicted from their Pride. Both were shot in right temporal lobes, three years later, ceased to be.

Ecologically speaking, parasites, mites and tics and so forth are part and parcel of the environment as a whole. Man and Predators, viruses and venoms as natural conductors.  Horrendously painful but measurable in musical strokes.

Home is about radio waves, tele-collaboration effort with musicians on the theme of Basic elements that exist within a body; Rock, Water, Air and Fire, Soul and Blues, instrumental pieces that summarize both the descent into elemental matter, and transformation into Surrounding Light using basic survival skills.

For the homeless, the lodger’s, for the deaf blind and dumb visual artists who do 

not succumb to fashionable trends. Yet, continue to continue, a legacy of old.

This art work is for sale, please contact the artist directly at yalinartatgmail.com

Please don’t all rush at once…

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[i] Wallowing in Mud (Shangaan)

Visual Music Abstract Art - Sound Travel Project

     Conservation vs. Conversation
     Pastel on recycled Paper (3x7")
     Visual Music Abstract Art - Detail
     The perfect Garden; Landscape properties (Peripheral Borders)
     Equations; Parallels;
     Synaesthesia in the Arts, cross Modal - The House of
     Joshua (Relentless Guardians)

     















Schematic Approach, Preliminary drawings to music
Machine Head (Original recording)
Progressive Rock Music
From Artist' sketch Book

                                       

    Highway Star done during a flight , app. 30,000.00 feet off the ground
    Ink on Paper (3 x 4.5")

Visual music Art work

Detail: Synaesthesia in the Arts, Fine Arts -Cross-Modal
Neon Age
Sound Travel Project
©Arlene Rabinowitz

Sound Levels

Long out-reached distorted month. Filled with a colourful rays of pain, laughter, physical aches, and frustrations of the lower and upper realms.

Last month of the year. New Year on doorstep. Gains and losses.
The scorching heat is finally subsiding, mad with rage, hair all over the place, lack of air to breath and searching for a breeze that only comes around three am. Yet another unrequited dream, the air-con sits like a dead heavy metal piece and I have plenty of that in my mind and all around. Not enough power to generate it.


What’s laughable? Some friends are gone. Correction - most.


As a recluse, music is my constant intimate companion. Couldn’t possibly feel any lonelier now as the sense of touch has eluded me for decades with the exception of a kind quickie gentle stroke here and there, which leaves a long trail of lasting scent.


My Mother’s passing away occurred a year ago, we are not detached in any way, the connection continues. Only not through earthly means. The complete picture of laying my parent to rest was in its totality unnatural. But the end was dignified in a record of thirty hours.I will not be taking that road. It is either bush or in my bed, but not in a hospital.


I recall a nurse (of European descent) who told me, in militant language that I cannot spend more than one hour with my Mom because it will disturb the patients. Not sure, if she was related to which mammal class, croc family, or cold-blooded fish, but considering my daughter and I travelled hundreds of miles to spend the last few hours with her, this was surely a joke. Of course, I broke this rule and I was smuggled in and out by the African nurses who know what it means to be away from loved ones on a permanent basis.
A real shame considering that now days if one wants to be saved a hefty credit card balance will do. I wont take this read either.


A special space for Dave Williams, family, Head of the wild clan who passed away suddenly and our conversations and projects remain unspoken. Major loss for the family, still trying to get to grips with the fact that he is no longer with us.


His fascinating travels blog link http://dwilliamsbw.blogspot.com/ is worth reading.


Another passing away date of note goes to Sir Isaac Newton who I regularly refer back to his studies, to understand what I’m doing or lacking.


Yet again, no male in sight to protect the clan, that’s two jobs in one, but the comforting part, is that there’s always Ephraim, my African add on husband. As wife number three no harm can come my way while within the tribe. The only thing he demands is beer, an easy request to please. Noted are his expressions of fondness towards me, which go like this:
“Damn it!!”
Stamping his feet on the ground,
“I love you!!”
And so life continues speckled as it was 2000 years ago...


Characteristic of this month were early morning screams, yelps, long drawn sighs.

Mammals decided to block and expand barriers in front of my front door. Scorpions and spiders the latter, making intriguing lengthy threads using odds and ends to weave this great concussion of an invisible tent. As the family of spiders increase, the lower my head bows when exiting my home.

In my research of sound and visual communications, I have been alert for the sound of the black flying beetles’ calls at night. (Sounds like an alarm). The way they communicate is fascinating not sure if the others are answering them. Very loud bursts of sound measuring about 20 seconds at a time. All this will be tied up somewhat in a visual film as I collect sound recordings over time.

The vocality of birds continues, White helmeted shrikes going berserk in the day with the hornbills fighting among themselves and won’t share morsels. Perhaps it is the breeding season but never the less very talkative, musical throughout the day.

At the same time, sound in space, drum like sounds which apparently hard to listen to, come quite easy for me, having listened to heavy rock for most of my life, a video from Janna Levin is promising news for the future, although known already.


http://www.ted.com/talks/lang/eng/janna_levin_the_sound_the_universe_makes.html

To this end, have gone back to re-listen to John  Bonham's drumming solo, Moby Dick, pieces which produce impressions, scribbles, already sealed in the consiousness, once again also, numbers and Hebrew letters appear out of chaos phase of lines, and dots.Monkeys are ever entertaining pests, but also dangerous. As I’m writing this, a male pounced through a window, heard my voice, and fled out. The males are very disrespectful to woman and intolerable towards charging woman. I learned to walk passed them never looking them in the eye, (ring a bell?) oh the submissive woman...but the male (humans) do loose it with them and always conspire how to poison them for good. The only problem here, is that they multiply like fish, one goes, 20 others rise- ughh vengeance~!.


A Young female leopard has been inquisitive, looking in through windows, marking her scent close to human habitation. Some shows of hostility towards humans. I give right away, as we all have to live together without fences.


A nice involvement with a building project and what mistakes to avoid. The crew were friendly and mistakenly surely called me Mabebeza ("Babe" in Shangaan). They slept on the ground, laboured heavily, and kept a sense of humour throughout. The burning wood, boiling beans in tins, mealie meal will be missed.

Thanks to all five of the soul mates remaining in presence since forever, remaining way past the physical appearance and personalities. Yet, the telepathy and their ever-growing love are eminent in my daily life. Most notably my closest soul mate, ever inspiring. Don't stop.


What is the time? At this precious moment it gives me great joy to spell it out that twenty one years a go, a cruel fool gave my entire LP collection to a garden boy for services rendered. That it took this length of time to get it all back (without the cover) and double, is an occasion to smile about. That was serious chunk of my life snatched away and now patched back into place.


I have gained another ten nicknames this year, almost one for each day of the month. Latest editions include “Tasmanian Devil”.


Stranger in a strange land.

Flat view of my home at sunrise, cooking fires and watchful vervet monkey.

                

©Arlene Rabinowitz

March 2011



Art Exhibit in Orbit - NASA Discovery Shuttle STS-133

Greetings


One of my art works is off into space with NASA Space shuttle program due to take off 3rd Feb 2011.


Meanwhile "Fluxface in Space" is a group exhibit arranged and curated by the Fluxmuseum (USA) based around the fact that NASA Space Shuttle program comes to an end after the last two flights in 2010-11.
It is an honor to participate with some very interesting art works as well.




My interest and perception of the universe and Space began in my youth days when I passionately studied physics and science subjects and almost blew up the lab. The areas around and above one's scope of vision and hearing have been very intriguing to say the least.


In visual terms Space has given me a headache and taken me awhile to grasp ways to tackle methodologies to convey messages of this nature. (To be gradually revealed).




The piece is an assemblage of drawings that hint at a main theme called "Ascensions on High" where walks through unknown paths, reveal new understandings about the subject of Sound and Light Travel, without having to fly anywhere. More like being thrust into depths of Spiritual travel So I wish NASA Discovery shuttle's crew a safe and successful flight.

The link below is for the exhibit book, my work can be found on page 6:
 www.wix.com/fluxfaceinspace/exhibit

The Fluxface in Space exhibition book is now available for purchase online:www.lulu.com/product/paperback/fluxface-in-space/12554445

 http://www.lulu.com/

Down under in the thicket of the Bush, for man and wildlife it is a time of heaviness, slow pace movements, moans and groans through major escalating heat waves.