Lacuna / Muse
According to dictionary.com:
Lacuna noun, plural la·cu·nae [luh-kyoo-nee], la·cu·nas.
- a gap or missing part, as in a manuscript, series, or logical argument; hiatus.
- Anatomy. one of the numerous minute cavities in the substance of bone, supposed to contain nucleate cells.
- Botany. an air space in the cellular tissue of plants.
Muse noun
- Classical Mythology.
- any of a number of sister goddesses, originally given as Aoede (song), Melete (meditation), and Mneme (memory), but latterly and more commonly as the nine daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne who presided over various arts: Calliope (epic poetry), Clio (history), Erato (lyric poetry), Euterpe (music), Melpomene (tragedy), Polyhymnia (religious music), Terpsichore (dance), Thalia (comedy), and Urania (astronomy); identified by the Romans with the Camenae. - any goddess presiding over a particular art.
- (sometimes lowercase) the goddess or the power regarded as inspiring a poet, artist, thinker, or the like.
- (lowercase) the genius or powers characteristic of a poet.
When I was just starting out as an artist, my muse was typically a person (read: love interest) or a place (read: desolate midwest vistas sewn together with powerlines). This held more or less true until work begain on the Trilogy of Trilogies. My muse became - vainly - myself. I think. How much can I learn? How much could I push myself? How can I say the thing I've been trying to say?
With this shift I began thinking about myself as the primary audience for my work. And not just my present self, but specifically my future self.
Another shift happened in 2019. I was deep into theory, reading about hyperobjects, thinking about the anthropocene. As my work output shows this was not a particularly productive time. EP1 came out at the beginning of 2019, Arcologies at the end of 2020. In retrospect I see I swung too far into theory and lost touch with praxis.
2020 brought about another shift. Urgency, a sense of hopelessness, a sense of possiblity, very real fears about death and mortality for myself and my loved ones.
It is with this latest arc that my recent creative endeavors are informed: STUXNET, virtual community building, and now (again) film.
Today we begin shooting.
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December 26, 2021
Guilt Rolls Downhill -
December 14, 2021
Low-tech Web -
December 13, 2021
The Final Post -
December 12, 2021
Equal Parts LSD and Magnetic Tape -
November 26, 2021
It Was a Dark and Stormy Black Friday -
November 03, 2021
All of the Things I Never Did -
November 03, 2021
Thus the Future Must Be Salvaged From the Debris and Noise of Collapse -
October 26, 2021
Ritual Scarification of the Blog -
October 24, 2021
The Capitalist Nihilism of Alien & Squid Game -
October 01, 2021
S♯A♯B∞ Week 3: Transfiguration -
September 24, 2021
S♯A♯B∞ Week 2: Sublimation -
September 17, 2021
S♯A♯B∞ Week 1: Immolation -
September 06, 2021
Timm Etters: All My Love & All My Burning Tears -
August 20, 2021
The Hauntology of Godspeed You! Black Emperor -
August 05, 2021
The Type of World I Let in My Head -
August 04, 2021
Hobby Lobby Gilgamesh -
August 04, 2021
Shadow Fi Labs -
July 24, 2021
Gardening Information -
July 04, 2021
Empty, Again -
June 02, 2021
Lacuna / Muse -
May 05, 2021
The Hegemony of the DAW -
April 23, 2021
The Sacred Underwriting of Your Life -
April 09, 2021
Building "norns community" -
March 20, 2021
Rounding Errors -
March 06, 2021
Why I'm Streaming the Making of My Next Album