Wednesday, 6 June 2012

Passage of Time


like kindred sparks in foreign frames
flashing through these picture plains
down dusted shores steps retrace
to continue stories resting place

the chiming bell transmits beyond
conversing the ghost of voices vagabond
as do cave temples resonate
novas speak in hum

while echoes across telescopic fathoms
guide the spirits narrow cavern
through the mortal galleries fading gaze
where soft dimensions cannot retain

yet for the astral rippling rhymes
recollected by the travelers of time




Keith Catton
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Tuesday, 22 May 2012

Cemetray in Snow

photos taken during a snowstorm on snowshoes. 2012

Monday, 14 May 2012

Photographs



Photographs : Keith Catton 2009

Wednesday, 1 February 2012

The Hunters Dream

I've been working on a few projects to help the winter roll smoothly. Deadlines had me working on art during breaks from other art and back again.
The first project was a paper dress for a fashion event that features segments of wearable art created by artists, not for the purpose of functionality. This event happens in the height of the blistery months, up here in the remote north.
The final staples were pressed down just prior to me changing into copious denims (the Canadian Tuxedo), and a pair of suede dress shoes, a gargling of vodka, then out the door.
The idea for the piece came to me one late night while listening to a favorite new song on a mixtape that has been playing steady, called Winter Is Blue, by Owl at Holy Warbles.
I love that a song sung in the 20's, could inspire people in the future, long after the singers exit from earth.
We may never know just how a single good deed or creation will carry seeds along with it.
The dress was created of giant paper snowflakes, each diamond cut created a small snowfall in my kitchen then later living room to accumulate into white paper dunes.

The ballet segment was called "The Hunters Dream". She was a winter mirage inside a snowfall, a cloud purse at her side full snow clippings.
The stage introduction says, "Inspired by mixtapes and winter walks in the slow snowfalls".
Song by Amelita Galli-Curci - Sadko
This was one of the most happy and magical evenings I have ever experienced
And a thank you goes out to Owl Qaeda, at Holy Warbles, who just recently had his blog of artifacts confiscated, such a loss to the cultural library of the internet. I hope this echo of your contribution reaches you.







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Thursday, 26 January 2012