It should be possible to start a discussion thread from here. Is it?

It sure is !

Once we had heresy. No not disagreement. There was nothing academic about pulling someone’s tongue out to prevent the pollution of proscribed thought.

Since when we had revolution… and revolution…. and revolution. Even now it seems someone, somewhere wants to replace one pile of blood washed stones with their own.

But our thinkind species has turned its instruments on itself. After deconstruction, reason itself starts to look suspect, people are still looking for places to hide.

There is a contemporary folly being perpetrated. Having wrested a proper starting place to begin thinking, having built a cultural space where we can be free from the false axioms, unexamined instruments and lethal traditions of the past, still in these conditions are cultivated despair, nostalgia for old certainties, denial and all manner of banal daftness.

Ian says look at Joyce and Duchamp. Look at how they used the opportunity to begin thinking. Look at how in their work fullness and emptiness are the same thing, what Ian refers to as one of the final impossible experiences. Look at how their separate work and the work that continues to spin from theirs, was in so many ways the same work, the same kind of bold steps into new-old territory.

There is something carnivalesque about the outcome of this, a mad outpouring, full of jokes and crazy conjunctions. Yet Ian referst to his work as engineering. His meticulous study and construction and writing give us an image of thinking centred on the confluence of Joyce and Duchamp.

When you look at a celtic knot, there is always the temptation to follow the strands and see how they weave their way through the pattern. To look at Ian’s work is to pick up a strand and become lost in world of Joycian mischief and Duchampian irony following steps from images to texts, from sublimities to turds, a multitude of strands, weaving a unique fabric. I think the fabric is the stuff that allows us to greet tomorro

allows us to greet tomorrow with a belly laugh even though we know there will be tears before nightall.

Always there is the problem of time. Thinking doesn’t stand still and this work continues to grow. The point isn’t its completion. How could it ever be complete.

The web site is designed to let you follow any thread that might serve you as a starting point. In a world with unreadable books and glass pictures, this work too might be an impossible experience but to let that stop you would be to miss the point entirely.

Yes I see: well I`ve not read a better brief survey of what is going on in this work of mine and monitored by someone already somewhat in the know because of his good reading practices: is "thinkind species" as laid out in your comment Phil an error or is it perhaps a notice to the effect that you will be conducting further comments in Wakease of your own making? It`s quite a word "thinkind". My main interest at this point is asking people who might wander into this territory whether they think Art (that`s to say Visual Art) has any bearing on language or whether language has any bearing on the Visual Arts because this is one of the most difficult questions to ask and to expect a good reply!