one thousand worlds 831

Japanese GPS

he couldn't even tell the difference between a star and a plane

I was with my uncle and a group of others walking on the outskirts of a city at night. We passed a brightly lit gas station. I don’t really know where we were going, but we seemed to be lost. My uncle boasted that he could get us back on track by celestial navigation, but it turned out he couldn’t even tell the difference between a star and a plane and we all had a good laugh at him.

We wandered into an industrial neighborhood full of warehouses. One of the warehouses had an open garage door. The ceiling was high and covered in dark blue felt with yellow felt cutout stars decorated with sequins. We asked my uncle if he would have better luck getting us home by those stars.

There were cars in the garage and someone in our group suggested we rent one because it might have GPS and we would be sure to find our way then.

The owner of the garage came out to greet us. He was a tall, handsome Japanese man in coveralls. He thought I might like his black town car, which was covered in a black sequined mesh. He showed us how the car worked and I agreed we’d rent it, though looking around I realized there was only one other car, a muddy jeep, and I felt bad leaving him with something so junky.

The Japanese man asked if we would like to buy some music for our car trip. I already had some ABBA CDs with me, but didn’t want to say, so he walked us back into his private storeroom where he had a pile of provisions, like you might keep in case of the end of the world. He took out a camera and started snapping photos of the back of his throat and every angle of his face. I think it was supposed to be a joke, but when he handed me the camera I was glad because he was so handsome and now I would be able to replicate him after our trip.

Dream of the Drawing for Everything alchemies dream-like things: images and texts and films and sketches and philosophy and half-thoughts and visions and moments and fragments of all kinds. Resting and exploring here may deepen your relationship with the oneiric and, therefore, all apparent reality. Resting and exploring here may augment your psyche’s healing tendency—as Jung called it—through highlighting and delighting in humanity’s hallucinatory creations. (Without them, after all, neurologists assure us we would go starkers.) It is time there was a potentially infinite, intimate museum to what cannot be seen. Welcome to the museum.

Dream of the Drawing for Everything is some of the collaboration between artist Nuala Clarke & writer Crystal Gandrud. Our work arises out of what dances on the edges of perception and our collective attention gravitates to the dream-like nature of human experience. We have been in collaboration since 2010. Our merged practices of visual and textual art unfold on a continuum, as part of an interconnected series evolving over time. Both performed “Fair Shouldered One” (a book which is not a book) at the &Now Literary Festival in Paris, 2012 and installed “Between Spaces”, a Yeats inspired dreamscape at the Hamilton Gallery, Sligo, 2013. Most recently participated in the Find Arts Project in Castlebar, Ireland. Our public art installation of words and images printed on linen, “Woven Found”, hung on Castle Street. The project won the best commissioning practice award from Allianz Business to Arts, 2014.

Nuala Clarke

Nuala Clarke, visual artist, lives and works between Co. Mayo and New York City. Educated at the National College of Art and Design in Dublin, she moved to New York City in 1993. In September 2007, she received a fellowship to the Ballinglen Arts Foundation, Mayo and began returning to Ireland from NY to work every year. Clarke has been represented by Boltax Gallery, NY since 2005. Recent shows include, Amid a Space Between: Irish Artists in America at the SFMoMa Artists Gallery, San Francisco, (2012); to Tremble into Stillness, a WB Yeats related show at Hamilton Gallery, Sligo; RHA invited artist; and A drawing for Everything, Ballinglen Arts Foundation (2013). BLINK, a public art installation at the Westport Arts Festival, Co. Mayo (2014). Upcoming shows (2015): Impressions of Yeats, Hamilton Gallery, Sligo; Of this place, Sligo and Madrid.

Crystal Gandrud

Crystal Gandrud, writer, lives in New York City and Normandy, France. She holds an MFA, Creative Writing and a BFA, Classical Theatre. Recent publications include “Yeatsian: Numberless Dreamers,” The Encyclopedia Project, 2014, “Here,” Lost Magazine, and “Idiom: Woodbird Flies Early,” The Encyclopedia Project. Her dissertation, “Murdoch: the Mandala Maker,” was presented at Kingston University’s Iris Murdoch Conference (2006), London. At the most recent Murdoch Conference, she performed a multi-media excerpt from a work-in-progress entitled “The Forgotten Man,” inspired by Murdoch’s philosophical writings. She is under contract for a memoire entitled “Astonishment: A Litany of the Uncanny.”

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