Showing posts with label doodling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label doodling. Show all posts

Monday, July 24, 2017

No wrong note.


NOTE TO SELF

'Tis a momentary lapse of season.

Horizon haunts this doodled huddle.

What lies beyond? 
What lies beyond?

A scribbled scrap saved from oubli.

Nothing more.

No wrong note.

FEW WORDS



EROSION




Eroded skies drape patina earth.

Lines float ghostly.

Clouds storm muster.




PRINT SCREENS

negative mood
eroded presence




INTERFERENCE




APPLICATION

There are no wrong notes.



There are no wrong notes.

FOOTNOTES

A doodle on a note pad looked insignificant.

I played with its insignificance 

filtering with the aptly named app -  "Distressed FX"

I looked to layer the image with an app -  "Fused"

Absentmindedly - no filter.

I played with words.

I layered them with an aptly named app -  "Mood"

A tweeted request for video remixing came from Wendy Taleo.


Absentmindedly - no filter.

I flicked through the posts.

I fell upon a poem.


There was only one line which captured my attention.

My mood filtered out the rest.

My attention is limited at times like this.

"No ideas, no energy, no desire."

I sighed.

I saved the scrap.

WTF

I played around with making wrong notes with an app "Thumbjam"

Making a horrible noise is therapeutic but actually quite tricky.

It eventually sounded suitably discordant.

I added "There is no wrong note" in monotone.

I exported the discord to iMovie.

It combined aptly with the distressed doodle.

"There is no wrong note".






Thursday, April 16, 2015

Doodling in Latin...

Any scrap of paper will do.

(The scrap on the left, on which the image of an old man is drawn, is an example.)

This class has got nothing to do with me.

I shall be elsewhere.

I escape the clutches of Latin grammar and let my mind wander.

I am the archetypal distracted student.

I am the one at the back that the teacher gives stern looks to.

All those bad school reports now make me realise that the teachers were less concerned about my learning and more concerned about my playing their game.

I just couldn't be bothered.

I watched Dave Cormier's video presenting the theme for week 1 and it left me feeling a little frustrated. I didn't like the sound of 'learning subjectives'; I mean that literally I didn't like the sonority of the word subjectives.

Apart from the obvious objective subjective (false) dichotomy there was little, I felt I could dig into, to explore.

It felt to me like I was already with a spade and wheelbarrow to unearth rhizomes and all I got was a lump of concrete just under the surface.

After an initial exploration of what other diggers had come up with, I found a few rich roots to unearth and to contemplate.

They had clearly found more inspiration.

They were not bothering so much to dig downwards into the Dave Cormier prompt, they were working laterally, letting their gaze wander more widely.

I chose three posts which marked me from the first days of rhizo15:

Firstly there was Keith Hamon's wonderful swarming post:  "Ethics in MOOCS: the Two Four Ten or so Commandments of #rhizo15"  . Each of Keith's posts are a MOOC in themselves.  I have great admiration for the sobriety, the precision, the intellectual depth of Keith's writing.

Then there was Susan Watson's "Subjective Learning Subjugated-Objectives Subversive-Subjunctives." I love how Susan uses language, how she exudes energy in her writing. I love her word play, she set me off on one of the games that I prefer.

After there was Mary Ann Reilly's beautifully written, heart-breaking piece on the death of her mother "What it was I was listening for." It made me think back on how rhizo14 had been for me in part a process of grieving.

I immediately went back and read two posts that I wrote at the beginning of that course: Suspend disbelief and Life beyond the meme. Learning is often recursive. Learning is indeed grief engraved.

I came back to Dave Cormier's 'learning subjectives' what on earth could I do with it?

Prompted by Susan Watson's word play, I decided to cut up the word 'subjective'.

How many words could I find with 'ject'?

Trajectory  - that was a good start. It connected with mapping and rhizomes. Rhizomes map laterally.

Adjective
Objective
Subjective
Reject
Deject
Abject

Hmm.  Prefixes and Suffixes I thought that could be worth exploring.

In fact what did 'ject' mean?

Latin classes were actually proving pretty useful so many years after.

I googled 'ject' - I had never done that before.

All of that thanks to Dave Cormier!

'Ject' is a 'root' word - marvellous for rhizomes!

I found a resource for English students.

There was something in the introduction which immediately struck me:

'An oddity about this ROOT is that it never stands alone, as other ROOTS do. 
Standing alone it has no meaning.'

These ROOT-WORDS are JAC, JEC & JECT meaning THROW & LIE. An oddity about this ROOT is that it never stands alone, as other ROOTS do. Standing alone, it has no meaning. It is entirely dependent on prefixes and suffixes to be meaningful. 

1. Dejected : de JECT ed (de jekt’ ed) adj. 

Low in spirits; cast down 


2. Dejection : de JECT ion (de jek’ shun) n. 

A condition of despair; depression 


3. Adjacent : ad JAC ent (ad jas’ ent) adj. 

Next to; as, the adjacent house 


4. Adject : ad JECT (a jekt’) v. 

To add to; to annex 


5. Adjective : ad JECT ive (aj’ ek tiv) n. 

Not standing alone; a word which modifies a noun 


6. Adjectival : ad JECT ival (aj ek tie’ val) adj. 

Using many adjectives; as, an adjectival style 


7. Conject : conJECT (kon jekt’) v. 

To plan; to surmise 


8. Conjecture : con JECT ure (kon jek’ chur) v. 

To form an opinion; to surmise 


9. Ejaculate : e JAC ulate (e jak’ yu late) v. 

To throw out; cry out 


10. Eject : e JECT (e jekt) v. 

To throw out; as, eject him from the hall 


So, those Latin classes were not only useful for practising my doodling, they also enabled me to recognise how words are constructed.

I take back all that I have said about Latin.

Rhizomatic learning in rhizo15 is about making connections.

Dave Cormier you are a genius.

What a wonderful week 1 video!

We are at ROOT social  animals we are JECTS.

We are thrown out and there we lie, helpless.

Little by little we try to make sense of our lot.

I think we all come to the same conclusion: Alone we are meaningless.