About Purple, Kant States…

Ferdinand Hodler Lake Thun
Ferdinand Hodler, Lake Thun

About Purple, kant states in the critque of judgement (§7)  – i do give you a frank translation -:
what a color, for some salty, for some sweet … well, he spoke – as hodler painted – not looking towards the shore, but instead from it  (SF)

What is the sense of “division” between land and water when the division between saltwater & sweet water is humongous.
What if the word water, its cut, which can never be an “imperfect vessel” for the tides of the revolution nor for that  what is sheer & shear is glaces or gem?
How can we begin to steer away from the North Sea ( Nordsee/ Mordsee)? From coast & continent – which might  as well mean “land ‘cut off’ from the mainland, meaning  “skerg
an isolated rock in the sea,” ?
Is this a strand , -maybe the Strand?

You can shore up a building or an excavation site setting up timber  for support and you can ask yourself :
What does a canvas painting do?
Does it build a world or does it excavate a hidden form, a new interpretation of form within or beyond evidence?

Can an art form ever be an “imperfect vessel” for the revolution?  Can one or anything face the coming into existence as insistence & cutting into
the phantasm/a or the mask of  dream ?
What then, if the art of the deal, doesn’t shoo away but chases off the specter of bankruptcy, the marvel of the “imperfect vessel” called a deal ?
Is this art , art of phantasma? Guess, here we cut off from the tidal marches of dream work(s)
Why should we cut off sweet water dreams or the color purple?

Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs! skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic industries! spectral nations! invincible madhouses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs!

A miracle!’
That knocks me out.
There is a charge


Cerulean will not ask chrysanthemums to identify themselves …
don’t ask me why i love leukothea:
while loving Leukothea’s justice:

Leucothea by Jean Jules Allasseur (1862)

what does it mean, dimly seen?
Purple Splendour, rhododendron galore, while the grass will rise too?


– Martina Siebert