Maybe life is not about accomplishing some bullshit markers.
If you're steering a boat down a river, it's not something about which you can know that. You can only know how to do it. It's unfinished, it has no start-stop time, it's fluid. Practicality relies on indeterminate markers. It's just another kind of knowledge that's sexy, in a certain way. It's reactive, and often physical.
I don't think roles help you resolve your issues. I just think they're good markers.
One of the concepts I was having trouble illustrating was the concept that administrative systems create narrow categories of gender and force people into them in order to get their basic needs met - what I call "administrative violence. " I had images of forms with gender boxes and ID cards with gender markers, but I also wanted an image that would capture how basic services like shelters are gender segregated.
The book was turned to the page with Anne Frank's name, but what got me about it was the fact that right beneath her name there were four Aron Franks. FOUR. Four Aron Franks without museums, without historical markers, without anyone to mourn them. I silently resolved to remember and pray for the four Aron Franks as long as I was around.
The Sorbonne should be razed and Chris Marker put in its place.
I want to trace my father, could you suggest a good marker pen?
I chose a pseudonym, Chris Marker, pronounceable in most languages, because I was very intent on traveling.
My artistic process involves pens, gesso, acrylic paint, and markers, all on vellum. I use a window painter's technique and paint on the backside of my image before I mess with the front.
Memories were the markers of the journey through life. It was necessary to know where you had come from. Only then could you know where you were going.
Things in the margins, including humans who wander there, are often on the brink of becoming someone else, or something else, whose memory may not include the significance of old markers.
What we do, as a conscious species, is set markers for ourselves. Once we reach one marker, we advance to the next.
It is always worth itemising happiness, there is so much of the other thing in a life, you had better put down the markers for happiness while you can.
Problems, obstacles, and challenges can either become the markers of our limits and limitations, or they can become the springboard into a whole new world.
None of the more apparently expressive elements involved in my work - color, form, application, and so on - are important or instructive in themselves. They're all just a means of entry, markers pointing beyond themselves towards something broader and less controlled.
First and foremost, I would put a massive national emphasis on illiteracy with real markers that you could measure and real efforts to do a one-on-one kind of tutoring until kids can get up to snuff on that.
I had the great idea of using markers to gently color the ants so I could tell them apart, but I learned that this is exactly like somebody trying to gently color on you with a thirty-story building. Without dwelling on the tragedy, I'd just like to say that I'm deeply sorry to Mr. Purple and the surviving Purple family.
