#eigengrau

I am not really here, and that's all right As long as I'm not actually trying to be. Maybe if I close my eyes I'll disappear; Nullified to a certain degree; dehusked, Or dehumaned; a myriad of posphenes, Traversing eigengrau. That could be me: Hankering reds and mystified blues and Emollient greens. That could be just me. Restless though, there still brims yellow, Ever longing to burst. Should I let it (go)?

Lucky color of April 23, 2026

The first quote reminded me of some on the Grotesque I have saved. There's more, but I don't have time to find them all right now. Peep this post for the papers I snagged them from.

“Purity is the enemy of change, of ambiguity, of compromise (Ibid:200) – Mikhail Bakhtin (Rabelais and His World)

“Frances S. Connelly’s new study responds to a critical lacuna in art-historical scholarship, namely, the absence of a comprehensive “study of the grotesque in the modern era, despite its pervasive and insistent presence from 1500 onward” (18). In order to address this gap, the author moves away from the traditional definition of the grotesque that negatively describes this category in relation to its perversion of normative types. Connelly instead elucidates a grotesque that is shaped by what it does; it is an art that “ruptures boundaries, compromising them to the point where they admit the contradiction and ambiguity of a contrasting reality” (10).