Henry Moore On Sculpture Ed. Philip James Pub. Macdonald 1968 p.62.
I agree. However here goes…
I try not to approach commission work head on – I have to try to allow it to approach me.
I have been chanting this mantra of the three F’s in all its possible orders but Form Frame Fracture has stuck, partly due to the music and poetry of Van Morrisons “Slim Slow Slider” (1968 Album “Astral Weeks” Warner Brothers) which has attached itself like an earworm to my musings on this project.
Analysing why this is, its obviously to do with the rhythm and stresses of Form Frame Fracture and Slim Slow Slider (with the last syllable of both ending with a Schwa sound
Ə
-the most common sound in English diction
A, the, sister etc
which has almost become invisible, de-emphasised through frequency therefore open – leading into something else, something next. Hence Fracture is open ended, malleable, useable, indefinite as opposed to Form and Frame – finished words starting and ending with hard consonants and defining something whole and complete – inflexible).
So stuck with Form Frame Fracture in that order for now I began thinking about why the imagined client who commissioned this piece chose those words in the first place.
Its a tryptich of words in the great tradition of
Father Son Holy Ghost (oops thats four words)
Lover Beloved Love
Beginning Middle End
and as I tried to approach it as a psychoanalyst might in order to make a connection, to find common ground, I began thinking that Form might be connected to Birth, Frame to Life and Fracture to Death. And if I connect this with my previous musings on closed sounds and open sounds and concepts this suggests that Form/Birth and Frame/Life are closed – while Fracture/Death is open or maybe not Death, but Rebirth? that schwa again.
Hmm this is all a bit far fetched and not getting me any nearer to an idea of what to do with this.
In the meantime it seems Van Morrisons song was also about Death. In Ladbroke Grove, where I was born.
And hang on, Henry Moore got many of his ideas from
“Catching pebbles (from) some sandy beach”! – Something I am suspicious of.)
Its all out of reach.
Lyrics to Slim Slow Slider
Slim slow slider
Horse you ride
Is white as snow
Slim slow slider
Horse you ride
Is white as snow
Tell it everywhere you go
Saw you walking
Down by the Ladbroke Grove this morning
Saw you walking
Down by the Ladbroke Grove this morning
Catching pebbles for some sandy beach
You’re out of reach
Saw you early this morning
With your brand new boy and your Cadillac
Saw you early this morning
With your brand new boy and your Cadillac
You’re gone for something
And I know you won’t be back
I know you’re dying, baby
And I know you know it, too
I know you’re dying
And I know you know it, too
Every time I see you
I just don’t know what to do
