Original Image by Noah Freidman-Rudosky for the New York Times | Photo Composite

Lithium Salt Flats, Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia
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Tuesday, February 2, 2016

First Light

christine corday; noumerals; agglutinate; metal alloy; space; matter
christine corday. NOUMERAL 100 Series




















as our universe grows increasingly cold and dark, our telescopes/satellites follow the first light, the first heat, tracing us to the moment all matter arises.
this work also follows heat, a focus on the sensory satellites sending knowledge from the untested edges of our perceptual system, bringing the experience of light, its information and knowing to a dark and silent brain.

as sculptor, it is not simply the material that interests me---
it is the experience within it.

temperature opens this exploration.
tremendous cooling allows ordinary matter to form
and tremendous heat gave its existence

both at unimaginable scales---
and yet the elements within our body carry its scale--
the experience of the supernova, [even twice or more]
the experience of gravity on a scale 100-1000x that of earth
the experience of billions of years that define becoming

the elements within the generation and evolution of our sensory organs have an experience beyond our own body---a particular trait or knowing in common---a shared medium beyond the first light.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

nearer still, prandtl-glauert singularity


photo credit: realbigtaco, file:FA-18 going transonic.jpg 2008

sometimes we needn't stir the senses through metaphor to inspire a reality beyond what we readily see; sometimes the physics or chemistry of what already is sheds another veil from what we see revealing an ever truer medium.
the moment with a work of Art should touch this mark; this is my science---an gedankenexperiment into Form through experiencing the question and answer of where we place our physical senses as reality.
the Abstract is an insistent realism pulling through the millennia layers of man's fiction; it's story is made known when a line of our fiction opens to the unknown. the Abstract is not an intangible, it is conceived as such only because we cast it outside the written wall of our experiential world. Art either punctuates the fiction or bares an experience of realized abstraction.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Der Blaue Reiter

“the art to come will give form to our scientific convictions. this art is our religion, our center of gravity, our truth. it will be profound enough and substantial enough to generate the greatest form, the greatest transformation the world has ever seen.” franz marc 1914


while living in my attic studio in sevilla spain, i came across a biography on wassily kandinsky. its author purported the story behind wassily's genesis of what the western world terms the beginning of modern art. after a day of landscape painting, he returned to his studio laying his canvases against the walls to dry. upon entering the studio the next morning, he struggled to recognize one of his canvases because it was oriented sideways (maybe even upside down). it was the nature of the abstract's immediacy, the inner necessity of this moment that began an intuitive, spiritually and scientifically symbolic series of works which thoughtfully developed into what later credits him as the father of western modern abstraction.


if the picture of reality shifted perpendicular to your line of sight, if all the forms you know as reality shifted even a little, all forms then become a choice again in how you assign them meaning. it is this momentary lapse of the conditioned into the permission of the conscious choice that brings the true art of creation as a filter ever-present within our collective/individuated thought processes and conception of what is.