15.05.00 : resonance and correspondence

Mon. 15th May

Dear all, I'm beginning to feel a little like I know you since I've had time to reread your correspondence.
To construct through methods of resonance and correspondence rather than through description and illustration has been a goal of mine and I realize is that it is is happening here in the "Place of the Page".
My visual response is to the map, text plan and Brigid's first mail where she asks "how do we find our place". My answer overlays place and event: by "falling in(to) in(too), in(two) place".(It is supposed to be animated) The image came from a photograph that I took in Iowa after a snowfall when, on a walk with a friend, he purposely fell into the snow. I walked around and repeated his gesture so that our figures are upside down. Not until I got the photos developed did I realize that the figures were skydiving. Adding to the illusion is the fact that the top figure looks like it is viewed from the front rather than the back. One of the words on my textplan is haptic, which I connect to Deleuze and Guattari's definition in "A Thousand Plateaus". I see these figures falling not to the ground but into a haptic space/place, the place of the page. ("The first aspect of the haptic, smooth space of close vision is that its orientations, landmarks, and linkages are in continuous variation; it operates step by step.")

The place of the page is "in continuous variation": turning the page, turning place into page, turning page into place.
Architecturally, place is drawn onto page, then the page translated, transformed, transfigured onto place. The place of the page is Jane's threshold, a fluid space and Brigid's configuration of "another space/place" which draws life out.
It is a place that we are building through our resonance and correspondence , which like Sue's angels "moves between and challenges existing boundaries".

I love all of your writings and reading about the place that these writings are actually coming from, under trees and from offices.
I am now back in my treehouse in Alabama. Built like a treehouse out of economic necessity, it has gradually, over the past twenty-five years turned into a real/fictional place.

It is a book that you might like to visit.

more later,

Pat