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Blue Man

23 Monday May 2011

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Lehan Winifred Ramsay

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Blue Man, Painting

Painting and Story by Lehan Winifred Ramsay

Blue Man wakes up in a sudden clenching sweat. Sleep comes only after a long wait, it stays only a short time but during this time it binds him tightly. Sleep begins and ends with a dream; tight clear dreams of impossible possibilities. Blue man waits for the dawn to break, wishing that the night would start again, bring again the possibility that sleep will come.

Each impossible possibility sets off another round of self-deflection. Each deflection strips away another layer of I-didn’t-realize-things-were. The dawn skies fill with squarking birds.

Catch the Bird, Catch the Bird

24 Thursday Mar 2011

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Lehan Winifred Ramsay

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Painting

Catch the Bird, Catch the Bird

Story and Painting by Lehan Winifred Ramsay

Things break down. They break down badly. And whether it’s a small problem or a huge one, that breakdown devastates basic functions. Every small thing becomes impossible. Not just impossible, but each separate function clumps together with all the other functions forming a large unmoveable obstacle.

At first things are a dark hole. When it’s possible to think, the thought is: help me!
Help me help me help me.  And you wait for that, you wait for something outside of yourself to come and put things right. And it doesn’t happen. Anger, frustration, despair. That’s disaster.  And then something else clicks in. A straining to recover.

A tiny bird, a tiny hope. Almost impossible to view with the naked eye. The bird ruffles its feathers and catches your eye. It moves, it darts from one place to another. That’s hope. Catch the bird. Catch the bird.

The Man Who is Starting Something

14 Monday Mar 2011

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Lehan Winifred Ramsay

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Painting, rumination

The Man Who is Starting Something

 

Painting and Story by Lehan Winifred Ramsay

Rumination. It is a word that describes the act of “dwelling on the negative”. So the theory goes, there are many people who spend the large part of their days doing this, and so have a perpetually anxious state. It could even be called dwelling in the negative, because negative thoughts locate one’s entire world in these negative thoughts. The Rumination-sayers tell us that rumination is best allotted a time of thirty minutes of so, in which doom can run freely and unchecked.

The Man Who is Starting Something has come from another country. For one reason or another, in one way or another. Should you ask him about it, his thoughts will go there and stay there. Should he manage to wrest those thoughts away from there there is little sustenance for them in the new world. If beloved things are absent, they are absent. But this rumination is a bad habit, and so it must be fought. He must try to dwell on the positive. He is from another land, so the culture around him sits quietly and lightly, not fighting for his attention as his own would. He has few friends, few family, few ties to distract him. If he conquers his rumination he will find little satisfaction in anything but to be driven.

The Man Who is Starting Something will pick up the complete set of Roblocks and pack them neatly into his consciousness. No cries from the children will bother him if they are not written in the commands of his mechanical functions. If the blocks say eat he will eat, but eating will not become a pursuit of cultural connection. His creative functions will be entirely tied to the pursuit of something he wants to have or do. All else like a second language. In his head when he needs it, far away when he doesn’t. The Man Who is Starting Something is a migrant even if he is not, because he is sustained like all migrant-likes on an understanding of a life that is no longer there.

The Small Monster Blocks

03 Thursday Mar 2011

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Lehan Winifred Ramsay

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Blocks, Monster, Painting

Small Monster Building Blocks

Painting and Story by Lehan Winifred Ramsay

The ant with his whole world carried on his back struggles at life. The world is heavy, the only way to make it easier is to make blocks. Each of these blocks contains a task that needs to be done. Publicity is a block, keeping the house clean is a block, preparing classes is a block, the maintenance of pets is a block. Once each of these blocks is constructed and set in motion, it will carry on automatically, not halted by anything but the largest obstacle. In this way the ant has learned the use of tools, extending his six legs with autonomous blocks. Small monster blocks.

A Cloud Across His Face

27 Sunday Feb 2011

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Lehan Winifred Ramsay

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Ant, Painting

 

A Cloud Covers His Face (2)

Painting and Story by Lehan Winifred Ramsay

Every ant we see is carrying a small world on his back. You didn’t know? It’s easy enough to tell once you do. Every so often they slow down a little and stretch out their aching back. That’s all. One tiny gesture. Go outside and find one, and and watch for a while.

We don’t see the ants that don’t carry a world. They haven’t fallen yet. Still up in the clouds. Golden hued. Not yet afraid of heights.

Between Two Worlds

12 Saturday Feb 2011

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Lehan Winifred Ramsay

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Ant, Painting

Painting and Story by Lehan Winifred Ramsay

When the ant falls from his Ant world, that world rolls down after him. It has to. How can an ant still experience his world from so far away? He’s looking around him when beside him it drops and lies quietly on the ground, catching its breath. Now it’s a small world. A humiliated, humbled world, vastly reduced so that now he can see it. It doesn’t have to explode in some fantastic media-driven inferno, though that happens to some ants. It can just – fall from a low height, thud onto the ground, bounce a little, and then lie there, crumbling a bit at the edges. Now the ant knows the graying long-in-the-tooth truth. His world is not so hot. Didn’t hold up, and when it went the sun didn’t stop shining, didn’t take any notice at all. Now he’s gonna have to carry it. Knowing that it isn’t THE world, but only his. Ant World. But how interesting it is. He looks up at the sky, and it’s as if his eyes have turned to prisms, there are worlds everywhere. One world for every ant. All a bit similar, all a bit different. Then his eyes uncross and they’re gone. He looks around to see if he still has the correct number of legs.

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