In Connection with Pyschology, Imagery and Therapy

Delving into the realm of what is known as my active work, Bello Sonus Animo, behind the eyes taken of, in control and by, is the exploration of the common notions of psychology; one is utilising their own mind, but not just the regular everyday side of which you know of, the conscious awareness normality, but rather the abnormality; one ensues to work under an autistic mind. 

In the words of Lusia Stopa, imagery is a powerful entity, that can grasp the viewer’s mind in terms of memory, similar to the effects of showing somebody images from their past; oneself, as an example, when seeing certain images, find it compulsive to react or shudder away at the sight and then thought of the image.

ScapeLines by Thomas David Porett →

Obscurity of Identity: Voice

Now, given as an author (poet) I’ve come across this one punchline of a joke that never seems to stop; whenever I read in my own voice, I don’t feel that I, the author, come across. This is despite writing in the first person, so that by theory, I wrote these words into play but when you read it, you know your tongue will sizzle when every word falls gracefully from your lips. I wish I could do that with my own.

This creates another conundrum, writing as the author. I haven’t, from a personal perspective, wrote as much as I normally do; overestimating myself by spurring out poem after poem and in due time, I’ve ran the emotional length of my pains to the point where there’s nothing left to gain. The words are written, the poems are spread and the books are out there to be read, but yet I do not speak so kindly of these words.

As a performer, or at least, one who utilises a performance space; I believe my sound work is more fascinating than what is laid in front of it. My words can add to it but if I keep to what I’ve been learning, then I’m sure I can learn to balance between the two. So I think for my next performance, at least the OpenMind one, I may simply exhibit ‘Mechinus Animo’ or a second, is stigma-based work; it has no ground and is free to be shaped.

Maybe, just maybe.

Another one before I go Manchester… oh I’m so late, so very late!

That Soon Died…

Amp arrived, strings wound, but I still can’t play Myself.

the amp arrived on time, so did the strings in such minimal casing…

honestly, just the size of a letter, wonderful to open,

now to switch back to where I wanted to begin,

I haven’t been feeling too musicy, bar making sound art pieces,

the violin had too much narrative and so as a decision,

the violin is yours, to whomever wants it.

It Starts Here…

3 weeks away, what an impact it has been!

Taking into due consideration,

one has kept to challenging what I ‘do’

as a self as an artist; ask me this a few years ago,

I’d say I’m a photographer, like editing all fancy-like…

but one has come to notice it’s all about self;

when I read a bit of Stopa’s work, my eyes opened;

yes, oh yes, constantly wondering about the being,

epistemology, oh and phenomenonlogy,

these words once did not exist to me.

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unprofessional-practice:

Abstraction from Material (2012)
Photographic Manipulation
Iosue Williams

AM is an original abstraction of intertwining leaves, grass and nature, taken into a photographic context, then manipulated to produce the end result, which is a continuation onwards from the previous project and its relatively similar outcomes.

Angelus - Poetry (by iosuewilliams)

‘Angelus’ was performed, so-to-say at the Five Faces of Fulli event in Manchester, accompanied by a soundtrack, however, I don’t feel I performed it too well; the audio recorded and the voice from the footage on my YouTube differ greatly in tone.