This is what I’ll be riding for about three weeks, starting tomorrow. I’m sure the packing method will change considerably in that time. So much weight to take out of these panniers…
I like dealing with time and space. That sounds vague, I know, but the two are inextricably linked (timespace) regardless of society’s general demeanor that they are separate entities. “Time” accretes in space with layers, material, culture, people, etc -the most elemental word to describe it would be motion. Our rotation around the sun creates a cyclical sequence of events, not a linear progression of time. I aim to find a chink in the armor of this time convention.
Right now I am creating sculptural work that embodies specific motions, gesture and traditions by creating traditional and ancient (neolithic, paleolithic and otherwise deeply “BCE”) forms with new, highly manufactured materials: Poly Vinyl Chloride, Stryofoam, Nylon, Flourocarbon, High Density Polyethylene, etc. etc. These petrochemicals speak of a complex “here and now” and will, ironically, last forever (or 10,000 years, whichever comes first). By merging these industrial materials with deeply traditional human forms the resulting objects hover in a non-time space.
These will be on view in September at Buoy Gallery.
Humors is now in boxes and pieces in my studio. it’s sad to see it come down. But on the last day a big group came to see it - sort of like a closing day party.
The good news is that it’s going on tour - next stop Burlington City Arts in September. Stoked!
Michelle Aldredge aka Gwarlingo interviewed me aka we hung around the studio and talked and she took pictures and then we sent some emails back and forth. Here’s the piece
This is a picture of me looking through a little diffraction box I made.
Working out some possible re-installation ideas for the bushes.
Very Excited About This New Bike
A copy of FRAME arrived a little while back - a journal about the culture of building, thinking, teaching, making. Put out by the nice folks at Sawhorse Revolution, who lead building workshops for teenagers in Seattle and in the wilderness, too! They build the coolest stuff.
It’s nice to see my work included in such awesome company. Check them out, they do amazing work.
I buy and eat GMO hot dog, classic kosher dill pickle, classic plain wavy potato chips, natural spring water to support the lake and the surely expensive explosives they’ve bought. I walk from them with a few small children at the back crying in fear or in tantrum and most adults are glazed, pensive, unsure of when-is-the-end. Little whoops and hollers spring up in the gasp between bursts
I walk away and it’s halfway gloaming still and and can’t see who it is who’s in the parking lot getting high and not paying to get in but seeing it almost as well anyway - good on them, they are sensitive to the price - and the cars are everywhere. The ground is laden. On grass and gravel and lined up for a half-mile down the road. Does nobody else see this? A jeep filled with 6 teenagers, muffler scraping on the dirt, circles and revs to get steam enough to leave early, they are humid in there. I miss them, being in that car but I was never in that car, I don’t know them.
I count four bikes and one motorcycle and the rest are cars, there are so many. What do we all think about? Do we not? How can we make this our way? We do it again and again, spreading out onto the web of things, a convoluted swarm that looks the same, smells the same, we claim are our own. The incredible self-expression derived from the boxes, the traps, these tools, these keepsakes, these machines, these symbols, these products, these money pits, these projects, these necessities, these dangers, these comforts. They wait obediently.
The taste of burned casing is in my throat and why did I do it?
Installing a sculpture in the little art park in town.
I’m calling it “Redeployment”