Baie des Robert

Today we drove across the island, the drive seemed longer than usual. Not that many construction sites, not too much traffic but it just seemed to take forever. But we are in Bay Roberts now.

A quick idea, on the way back from BR photograph the back of every transport truck I get stuck behind for more than 1 minute. The project will be called: "647 km, every truck I got stuck behind".


At first thought, I would like to photographs tone square, perhaps black and white. I will have to decide whether I shoot with the point and shoot or the DSLR. I am thinking that shooting while driving could be better done with the point and shoot.







- Posted from GEDEON XXIII

Location:Central St,Bay Roberts,Canada

The Wringing in Your Ear

The Wringing in Your Ear from Pierre LeBlanc on Vimeo.

GladMan Tidings

He is dressed in white, has a deep voice and is the outspoken voice of putting our waste in thin plastic envelopes, usually green but sometimes white.

The bag is what is shared with another character that makes rounds about this time of year.

But enough of that, time for Milk and Other Good Things.

Pictures @ an exhibition

These two pieces are presently on show at the Art Gallery of Grenfell Campus, Memorial University of Newfoundland.

I think they are about space and experience. A view of Dublin on my first voyage there in October 02010. It is always a question of separating ones own experience form the knowledge acquired from books, maps and Google.

An spéir ar Bhaile Átha Cliath (02010-10)
Subtitle: 173rd Cantos for Gilles Deleuze
Medium: Inkjet on Tyvek  :: 120cm X 120cm :: Ed. 1/5

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Dublin Marathon (02010-10-25)
Medium: Inkjet on Tyvek :: 120cm X 120cm :: Ed. 1/5

Too long

Too long since the last post. Images piling up losing context and foresight.

Have been thinking about ownership in the online universe. Does an asset really belong to anyone anymore and does ownership actually mean anything today? Of course the question is rhetorical, a rhetoric; it could even be sophistic. All resides in the user. Freedom is a responsibility and that is so much more important than a right, it is the social contract.

Long live the little animals that run wild in the kingdom of the wild.

Up from the ground came a bubblin' crude.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with Oil, and the Word was Oil.

Low level fly-by

As we shuffle through the langscape, a landguage ensues. Keeping eyes on the ground, careful not to stumble on unforeseen events, a pattern emerges. It is really all about seeing those patterns, some call it conspiracy paranoia, others see it as simply paying attention. Il faut bien faire attention aux fentes dans le parcours tout en gardant les yeux bien fixés sur le but du voyage. C'est bien ici la particularité d'une mouvance, continue, lente, en perpétuité.

Sang Titre

Ethics and the stitching of skin

Metaphors come to us, they seethe in the bubbling miasma of the biosphere lying in wait for an unlikely candidate for infection. Like Burroughs' Virus 23 that carries language and physically changes the body it infects to give it the ability to use a language; sometimes it hurts a bit.

This was the packaging from a bit of suturing I had done on my knee in Cuba a few years back. I fished it out of the garbage pail in the emergency room at the Varadero hospital I got stitched up in. I remain amazed at the brand name of the suture thread; ethicon. It has a somewhat Sci-Fi feel to it. The images brought to mind when thinking of a gash being closed up with "ethicon" are multiple and political, yet another item in the long list of landguage art-i-facts.

4-0 Prolene, polypropalene suture, 13 stitches in my right knee