AW files
A partial section of a personal and artistic archive, spread over various institutions...
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yes you might well say that again... It was AW that convinced me to open this account after I had complained about the efficacy of the other website I was building... He himself had made his extensive site with exceptional ease he told me, so I thought I would give it a try... as it was I could not quite get the jang of it and left the thing to lie fallow for quite some time, with sporadic attempts to revive it, but on the whole less enthusiastic about the whole internet affair than in the heyday... Another aspect was the fact that he asked me to get him press credentials for the Venice Biennial, which I did, on the understanding he would write an extended article (exclusive!) for me... hmm, that never really materialized, though he did make various contributions to various projects along the way... (Venice with JLB-discs from AWs studio)
So it is only fitting that I should install a page or two here on this very site all these years later, too late in fact, but nonetheless: an attempt to piece together some of the missing pieces in an enigmatic oeuvre – one that is partially in the limelight, partially obscured: present but unseen or shaded, veiled or receding in the shadows, even while being extrovert and brash... not. These are but lost fragments, floating unconnected for the most part, but sometimes bumping into a reference or so in the dark... emitting a little spark, flash of light, wee glint – to reveal the golden reflections of his mental vault stuffed with hoard from philosophical campaigns around the Mediterranean... undiscovered tomb of whimsy and light, brow-knitting puzzlement and side-splitting wit. Sorely missed that's for sure. Beginning with a suitcase at journey's end – realizing that map and territory shall never meet, but encounter each other over the pathways of others... here we begin our journey from A to B and back again (fifty-fifty) in the guise of the emblematic Alpha to Omega.
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and then there is the mystery uniform///
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As for the suitcase with the uniform, that remains a mystery.. I imagine A.W. was a member of some sort of guild, crossbow, musket association or archery club, fanfare or choral... With some investigation it should be possible to find out... ( how about the Royal Toxophilite Association?) Fletchers? Longbowmen? Or, dare I say it? Cupido, estupido, in preparation of your very own Saint Sebastian... |