User:Ssstephen/Reading/whatdesigncantdo

What is this image before the table of contents. I see a hooded figure I see the inside of an ear a cartoon octopus black billowing smoke a hill covered in bushes a lions forehead and all of this before the table is set. For a moment I see nothing all the image shows me is itself and my brain shorts somewhere just behind my eyes for the second time today it makes me panic a little if I don't think am I of course but there is something disorienting when your skin is everywhere in flakes and your everything else through the floor

Designers are torn between having to believe, for professional and vocational reasons, in the modern promise of a harmonic, fluid orderliness and being caught in an absurd, glitchy reality. They are the ideal type of a hyper-modern subjectivity — disillusioned evangelists who are losing faith.

Designers aren't ideal they are real.

white man crying. Bas Jan Ader's *In search of the miraculous* is named after P. D . Ouspensky's book describing the teachings of George Gurdjeiff. "Humans are born asleep, live in sleep, and die in sleep, only imagining that they are awake with few exceptions." https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gurdjieff_movements

It might be that 'at the intersection of' (an expression commonly found in designers' bios) there is no one else other than you.

I don't share this experience.

there is a four by four magic square in this engraving. I'm mostly interested in the rainbow and the comet. How did Dürer feel about floods? Where do comets come from? What are we to do with them?

I hear cymbals and trumpets and drums that fill the air with noises and tumult, muffling then the silence of the sun disc and its prodigy. I want a cloak woven with threads of solar gold. The sun is the magical tension of silence.