The Engineer on Flickr.
Mississippi Bridge to Port Allen, LA. on Flickr.
High Tide at Sunset on Flickr.
Eight Landscapes from Singapore Gutter (2013)
Portal on Flickr.
Live Oak, With Moss on Flickr.
I posted a poetry exercise a few days ago for a few minutes, and then removed it because I began to think it was unethical to subject other humans to the psychological stress the exercise required. I have reposted it here as an openly available Google Doc named "Attempt at your own risk."…Please read/ attempt with great caution as it involves an attempt at your own risk. However, if you do attempt your own risk, please send the results to anne boyer at gmail dot com.This is the poet Sue Landers’ response:"Because Anne Boyer Reminded Me of Forms That Destroy ThemselvesThe exercise you asked us to perform that seems to have disappeared from your tumblr, about forms that destroy themselves, made me recall the nuclear arms race, and what we believed was the height of our anxiety about the nuclear arms race, the nuclear arms race that would bring about our inevitable destruction, the inevitable destruction that was foretold to us on television.That first exercise you asked us to perform made me recall 1983. When we were not told to cover our heads with our hands, or to hide under our desks, or to do what we would come to know much later as toshelter in place, but we would instead be told to watch television, because nothing could save us from our inevitable destruction by nuclear holocaust, so we might as well process our anxiety on television.On television, we could see our inevitable destruction in made-for-TV movies. The day after watching a made-for-TV movie called The Day After we were told to make art, to make art about our inevitable destruction, and because we were children and because we were making art, we were made to feel powerful, despite our inevitable destruction by nuclear holocaust.And I struggled with the enormity of what I believed was my responsibility to make art that would save us from our inevitable destruction by nuclear holocaust. And so I drew a small round dot on the center of a wide white page, pressing my pencil as hard as possible so that I would leave behind a minuscule pile of lead, a tiny stack of dust, a manifestation of inadequacy, without compassion, contrived, and juvenile and created with an ease not dissimilar from the ease in which I share this memory with you. This memory of shame and pride about the power I felt as a child and through art when attempting to save the world from destruction.”note: that there has never been a nuclear holocaust suggests that it is possible Sue Landers’ small round dot on the center of a wide white page effectively saved us from inevitable destruction
Last One to the Party on Flickr.
Arachno-sculpture on Flickr.