Hey, all, I’m beginning to set up the new photo website. No domain name yet as apparently adelinewisernig.com is forever taken from me by my previous website provider. Bastards. So it goes, you can take a look at some of my new work here. Send me some thoughts.
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‘The man was a man simply by his very nature.’ She saw herself as such: a woman. And what that meant was ultimately: nothing to be noted. No differences in nature arose because man and woman were to be considered human, some sort of phonetic amalgamation of Him and Woman, forming the sound of human. And by nature, both, again, nothing to be noted. To be understood as more was to be in some way luxurious. A certain degree of age place them both in their appropriate section. A certain degree of death and love and longing. A certain degree of music and masturbation and certainly food. Because what was it that was yelled and decided to be just? Humanity. Ones own degree of encompassing what that even looked like at 7 billion humans. To be attempted here is that very idea of ‘immense expanse’ of heads, or persons, of numbers or ideas and invariably of sex. The immense expanse of sex. Of sweat and procreation and of grass and trees and fog. The very nature of the light outside right now… the yellow of a sunset and the graying of her hair in a storm. There is always a breeze and there is never ‘nothing’ done. Maybe the absence defined by its contour. Maybe nothing more to be noted than the wind.
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It was, for the most part, the Big Sur of my high school pseudo-beatnik dreams. Everything Miller and Kerouac wrote so highly of. Yet somehow, of course, different. More crisp, less melancholic. At least while there. Maybe the melancholia resonates only post-visit, when back here, in the glass and brick. Maybe it just doesn’t really work that way anymore.
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