Mapping Heaven
curated by Linda Griggs
Front Room Gallery
November 22, 2013 - January 5, 2014
http://home.roadrunner.com/~lgriggs/mappingheaven.html
Plot Plans for an Ideal City
Paperback, 71 Pages
This artist's book reproduces the suite of 25 mixed media drawings titled "Plot Plans for an Ideal City", along with an original text that "braids" phrases from works by Deleuze and Guattari, Debord, Foucault, Kafka and others.
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PARIS
SCHIZ / OANA / LYS / IS
THE EMPTY FORM OF "WHAT HAPPENED?"
Fixed Spatial Field / Dimensional Protrusions / Directions of Penetration /
Depth Perception / Fixed Points and Vortexes
A MUTUAL IMMANENCY OF THE LINES
Locus of Actuality / Descent Into Form / Structural Certainty /
Map as the Place Itself / The Comfort of Density
LINE OF FLIGHT
4 Mai 2013 / Paris, France / Warmth and Humidity /
Traffic Flowing East / Seine Flowing West
CLANDESTINITY
Behavioral Disorientation / Depth of Feeling / Unresolvability /
A Vulnerable Creation / Possible Rendezvous
Title and subheaders from A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia by
Gilles Deleuze and Felix Guattari. Other text is mine.
SCHIZ / OANA / LYS / IS
THE EMPTY FORM OF "WHAT HAPPENED?"
Fixed Spatial Field / Dimensional Protrusions / Directions of Penetration /
Depth Perception / Fixed Points and Vortexes
A MUTUAL IMMANENCY OF THE LINES
Locus of Actuality / Descent Into Form / Structural Certainty /
Map as the Place Itself / The Comfort of Density
LINE OF FLIGHT
4 Mai 2013 / Paris, France / Warmth and Humidity /
Traffic Flowing East / Seine Flowing West
CLANDESTINITY
Behavioral Disorientation / Depth of Feeling / Unresolvability /
A Vulnerable Creation / Possible Rendezvous
Title and subheaders from A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia by
Gilles Deleuze and Felix Guattari. Other text is mine.
Paris
Establishing a flow path between 2 points of strong emotional energy,
while at the same time noting peripheral incidents that seemed to be related.
ÉGLISE
SAINT-PAUL-SAINT-LOUIS
Chapelle
Ste. Thérèse
2nd chair from the right in the 2nd row
2nd chair from the right in the 2nd row
A
young girl reached under the chair
to
retrieve something precious.
connecting
to
ÉGLISE
SAINT-GERVAIS-SAINT-PROTAIS
Maria
Chapelle
A
middle-aged man with a backback knelt
on
the carpet and shed tears.
PARIS
INCIDENT NO. 4
COMPULSION DRIFT
Filled with a nervous
energy, I felt compelled to walk briskly south. My conscious mind speculated
where my desire might be pulling me – I suspected it would be in the area of
Jardin du Luxembourg where an emotional incident had occurred years ago. I set
off without a map, letting my impulses guide me.
I became caught in a
sort of cultural/spiritual vortex around Pantheon and experienced strong
emotions. A quick circuit around Pantheon placed me in front of l’Hôtel des
Grands Hommes, where a plaque by the entrance indicated that Surrealism had
been invented inside. I smiled inwardly and headed onto rue Clotaire, which led
to a maze of narrow streets behind the hotel.
I sensed that I was very
near to Luxembourg, but something was pulling me in another direction. When I
looked at my route on the map afterward, I had been only a few blocks east of
Luxembourg, where I thought my subconscious would take me. At one point I think
I even glimpsed a tree-filled space ahead of me. But I had somehow turned south
instead of west. Toward Place Monge, and then south of it, tracing a half
circle around it a few blocks wider than the Place itself. It was at that point
that I lost all sense of direction.
In one of the winding
streets I was overcome by a foul odor. As I walked, it became stronger, almost
unbearable. I rounded a corner and nearly stumbled over a homeless man lying
asleep face up on the sidewalk, his bags arranged around him in a kind of
ritualistic circular pattern. Shaken, I quickly crossed the street and turned
sharply right, altering my route. Later, looking at the map, I see this
unexpected detour had been a correction, and if I had continued in this
direction I would have come to Jardin du Luxembourg. But instead (was I
motivated by some kind of subconscious rebellion?) I turned left on Gay Lussac,
unknowingly headed southward again.
At Boulevard de
Port-Royal, the atmosphere changed, becoming perceptibly bleaker. I didn’t know
it, but I was directly on the border between 5e and 13e. I headed for small
streets, becoming lost in what felt like a meaningless complexity. I suddenly
felt lonely and far from the center. I knew I was reaching some kind of
endpoint.
When I emerged from the
maze of streets onto Rue de la Glacière, I knew I had almost arrived. I somehow
headed northward on Glacière only to head southward again on rue de la Santé.
Unbeknownst to me, I was tracing the border between 13e and 14e. Across a vast
intersection, I saw my destination – a well-proportioned, rather nondescript
looking four-story building that had probably once been a private house. I
can’t say what drew me to it – only that I felt a sense of recognition.
I crossed the Boulevard
St.-Jacques and stood opposite the building. The address was 56 rue de la
Santé. Looking at the map afterward, I saw that it sat just on the borderline
between the two arrondissements. A dirty looking sandwich shop occupied the
ground floor. The upper floors appeared to be apartments. I took a photo and
turned back in the direction of the nearest metro station.
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