In recent weeks I’ve been collaborating with the writer Terrel Hale of Georgetown. The process is as followed, I create the images as well as the titles, after which I send them to Terrel and he goes into his magical macrocosm of making us see a world through words. When I asked him recently to give me a synopsis of his process below is the description I received, “A One Man 4 Act Play.” I think his description is so beautiful how he views his process. Words don’t have to be so descriptive of the image but, could allude to what’s going on giving us a possible backstory or leave it open for the viewers and readers interpretation.
Q, my models name, which is the son of one of my good friends now 20 years old, he has stepped into his own manhood. I really wanted to capture him because I think he’s so otherworldly and would be a beautiful addition to the kind of man I choose to collaborate with to create beautiful works of art.
Words by Terrel Hale, GI @terrel.hale and @screens_and_tasted_parallels
he walks in beauty threaded red and sims
the turpentine, he sees our owned embrace
of paled paling overdraft he dims
knowing we know that look on his bright face
come fairy king and take away our owned
faraways and place us on your winged
ways in undressed alabaster unloaned
like your gossamers spun then almost fled
to where you search in promises of now,
come walk with us in solitudes of line
edged on embrace and trembled to know how
we can follow to your fairy kind.
undressed in arabesques of floating dread
come walk us in your beauty that you shed.
August 31st, 2021
The Writers Process
Words, a one man 4 act play
A man in a business suit speaks the following:
This is a handshake. I want you to understand. I want you to understand why I decided to attempt the work in question, why I selected one form rather than another.
I did not write a story. I wrote descriptions of instinct and desire, of the secular and holy. These words are what I see the purpose of art being.
They do not behave. They don’t participate in good manners. Remember, Samuel Beckett said that “the task of the artist is to find a form to accommodate the mess.”
I’m trusting you to do the work of narrating the connections. I’m stretching your assumptions about what texts are. I’m disrupting old narratives not because I have no faith in narratives, but because I mean for you to see in my gaps and verbal impasses the opening for something new, the change from narrative into non-narrative, by experimenting with typography. These words have to be turned over and side-ways, in order that they be read both as pictures and text.
These words exist in the space of poetry creating an effect that adorns the action where the effect is more than the action. These are prose written with the intensity of poetry, a prose poem or something in between. These are an extended meditation in the same tradition of Poe’s “Eureka,” or Baudelaire’s “prose Poems,” or Bernadette Mayer’s extended studies. The sentences keep accruing. There is not epiphany here at any moment or no epiphany at all. These are intentionally disorienting and disconcerting. (Black out).
Act II The man starts taking off his suit coat and shoes and unbuttons his shirt…
I wanted to be as close to nature as possible. Working outdoors was my inspiration. It was the primary object of my study. My aim was to respond as immediately as possible to the scene before me. My words avoided conventional ways of seeing. I filled my words with a sense of open air rather than studied light.
I too, like those who went to Italy to study, was attracted by the freshness and immediacy of outdoor light and how it changes. My attempts here weas to try and capture a sensation of outdoor light by painting words on white canvases of paper. I worked in the open air but with more sketchy penmanship. I just wanted to convey the transient light and atmosphere of a particular moment, complete in itself. I also sought to be literally and pictorially as close as possible to nature, to avoid traditional methods of representation. And as a result, this direct study of nature was not merely part of the working process. It was the process.
It’s here where my own freely painted verbal sketches reside, executed ‘sur le motif,’ as Cezanne would say. They too are not perhaps finished works, maybe just studies through which I tried to train hand and eye in matching my palette with all of nature’s effects as I saw them, and in the process acquired and recorded the knowledge of a particular place and moment in time.
My own verbal sketches hope to share a sense of immediacy and a vitality with those that went to Italy. Immediacy comes from the closeness between the painter’s visual experience and the rendering of it. It’s really finding a match or equivalent for the engagement.
I have merged oil paint, drawing and watercolour and made a long [prose-poem drawing out it’s sentences like those painters who made ‘oil sketches, rapidly noted.’
Painting from nature was a private act. Poetry exists in order to communicate meaning. The radical nature of texts reflects nothing so much as the difficulty of communicating new meanings, new histories. I think I have something immediate, something authentic and something that’s not clear. Light is not always clear.
I wanted immediacy, light, words and their patterns and sounds, their reflections, shapes, and shadows. The landscape is non-linear. I think I break the law just short of breaking off communication with you.
These words are not about truth by approximation. You have to approach them in a cognitive manner because of the why I think you think. Relationships remain between varieties. They are not directly proportional as in a mathematical concept. Here there are no predictable events. (Black out).
Act III Man takes off his tie, his shirt, and his tee-shirt…
There is nothing more curious or more absurd to the non-believer than a man in search of God. To believe too little is skepticism and to believe too much is superstition. We are the victims of this chaos.
At some point don’t you think we should acknowledge the limitations, especially in our relationships with those we love? Our ability to predict, control, and understand in these same relationships are what used to be outside the realm of science, and what we now call complexity.
Deities were and are the anthropomorphizing of nature. What we now call and act of ZGod would be dealt with by having to placate the gods.
I think this mean that there is not a simple one-to-one relationship, that such a model does not explain non-linear things even though all around us are linear points of reference with man at or as the center of such universe.
Act IV the man takes off his trousers and underwear and socks and naked stand in front of the audient to finish…
These words are a translation of four years of my life, an autobiography if you will. It is the unavoidable egotistic and inevitably incomplete method of recalling my own experience.
Perhaps they should be read as one would look at an oil sketch. Perhaps you should read out loud to sense their sound and rhythm. It is a conceptually dense journey, dependent upon a visual and auditory intellect.
So, these words are an exhibition, if you will, of verbal oil sketches placed on the walls of several rooms. Walking through these rooms requires no narrative. Sometimes, I purposefully skip the logical movement the planners of exhibits arrange when I go to one because something attracts my attention elsewhere. What attracts my attention becomes the subject of scrutiny until I decide to move on.
The process of experiencing these words, is very much like that of looking at those landscape oil sketches begun or finished in the open air. The process is a journey. It’s yours as an act of perception, an act of love. (Black out).
Other Images In The Collaboration
Words by GI @terrel.hale and @screens_and_tasted_parallels
light witnesses the evidence of calm
of scurried resplendence across your pink
incursions where illusions become psalm
and gossamer the shadows of my ink
turned recollection burnished by the bright,
the familiar and the white wrinkles strewn
around reminders of your dance with night
here no remainders gather up my lines
edged in around time’s decadence just as
we see your prescencing, an hour binds
us both in studying what art has
that peels the pull of you in front of us
causing a second look, a nemesis. Words by
August 28th, 2021
Words by Terrel Hale, GI @terrel.hale and @screens_and_tasted_parallels
bright aureole created around light
created in the owned lines of God’s grace
steadied and discursively in your bright
heres and unbending nows bending His face
in veiledness and kind grips of revealed
love’s escaped darkness, come show our path clear
come bend with us our powers once concealed
transcending vulnerabilities here
in chosen presencing
transcends revealed possibilities
around the evermores of one of us
your bending is our passion that we see
above, below and all around your lines
our edges share flesh and in sharing binds.
August 30th, 2021
More about what’s behind the words-
Language poetry is a cross between poetry, philosophy, and semiotics. It was an avant-garde movement emphasizing the role of the reader in a poem’s meaning. Instead of relying on traditional poetic techniques, language poets invite readers to analyze the text and participate in constructing meaning.