Motel nights

When I'm on the road traveling drone state to state,
cinema to cinema, I look forward to spending time with my good friend Picasso,
my book of findings, listening to something flowing and quiet.
I don't know where I may be in my life, but I know that I'm growing-into something.
I look forward to being back in that garage with my board. Things will be smashing!
Good night to you my friends who are scattered like me.
I shall see you all one day and it will be grand.

Luck

These photos were taken while driving.
The side of the road was lined with trees, and I
timed it just right so nothing was obstructing the foreground.


In between trees I caught it!




And one more lucky time!

"Eyelids are weird"

Boy?

Can you close your eyes,

and see things clearly?

When I do,

they morph and fall away,

sometimes they sweep on by,

sometimes they consume, one another, like a boa sucking tounge,

sometimes their skin pulled back,

sometime only an eye, socket of a skull, seeps on through like cream,

sometime the skull morph into a face,

sometime the face, is of a face I know,

sometime it's only part of that face that I know,

sometime the eye stairs right at me, as it fades away, as it passes by,

sometime, they don't even notice me,

sometime, i'm seen from a certain angle, far away,

Some, time,

maybe I'm just...

Found

A million dollars worth of junk




Check check check chekchekchek


"I" from an ice machine




Dog doll found behind an IMAX theater screen




His blue collar hands.

Passing and anticipation.

On the road with rain ahead- it rained and turned black as night with speckled starlights streaming from breaklights through a hazy window. But this beige sky came before.




Before the rain came down and down once again.

Wish me, I need a genie!

So while I've got a few hours before I leave for Ohio I'd like to talk a little bit about this piece. I had this small envelope of drawings and odd pieces with me at the motel6 we were staying at for the week. So trying to stay in some sort of working mode I started arranging, manipiulating, and organizing these old ideas. I think the title at the bottom which was purposely spell wrong sums it up "miss placedb." As I had about a full week to get some work done, forced to abandon it for a week for work now having only a few hours left to get some work made again the feel is chaotic. I don't even have time to finish this thought the clock is ticking. I must get to the garage and paint as much as I can before responsibilities set in.



I wish there were a recpticle on the wall by the desk I was using, so I made one for myself. Fetishizing it's convinence and use. As I worked on the small installation above.

Last second

I all most missed it.

Out for work but still thinking

1 minute sculpture

Found tree print

Brazil in Rhode Island

Canada, and egypt I'm so far away

On the road

So this is where I'm at so far with ideas(picture above).

I'm headed to Rhode Island to work on fixing a flooded movie theater. Just something to pay the bills, but maybe something will come out of it, I've always been fascinated by decay and destruction. Like burning ants with a magnifying glass or holding a bursting roman candle, or crawling a rusty fire escape to write a name ontop of a building. Those fleeting childhood memories have been entering my counsciousness more and more lately. Like a reminder of simplified times -untainted curiosity. Before money had meaning, and a skateboard was your only means of transportation.

Face update

Facial friction #3

Im begging to learn how far I can push a piece of paper before it is completely destroyed. I remember how I used to treat paper like a dried eggshell. So afraid to get dirty with it, and let go a little, stop overthinking it and just go for it. That's my biggest fear/ problem. I'll sit down to work on a piece and make a few marks step back and become paralized. Fetishizing over the next mark so much I never get to making it.

In these face drawings I have a loose system I follow, a system I play with allowing me to to ask. "Well, what if I do this before that? Will it then fail?"

Somebody said this some where: "There is no progress without failure." I'd like to add onto that "...and you must be willing to fail again and again in order to push things forward."

Bleeded drawings update

The "BB/mc"




"Eeeeeeehhhhhhh"




"Boy's got it"

Mapping things

Just wondering.

Virtigo was the feeling 2night

Tonight the studio has grown. Part of me wishes I would have recorded it. The tallest painting is about 10ft, get an exact measurment tomorrow. To say the least it was a chaotic night and some great revelations occured.




I turned painting around




Detail1




Detail2




Detail3

Oculo Sinister

(notes)



(Detail)




Portrait of a great man





Bleed of the day




Last night we couldn't find any coins to flip for a bet we made. So we flipped a pack of L&M's with a black line on one side. I lost.

Tidy up and get ready for round 2

Im in heaven.

That's all...

Oh wait I need to make it bigger. I'll get there by the end of the week I promise you Helen!

Studio setup(img)

Continued

I figure if I make my to do list bigger it will be harder to procrastinate. Things are a little vague right now as far as the conceptual side of things are, but their fermenting. This is my guide to getting lost.




Ah ha! Well, I'm getting project done. The bleeded drawings, 1 a day till I make a 100. Have 10 done so 90 to go.




When I was in Philly I picked up this 50 pack of light grey canson watercolor paper for a steal. I did a drawing like this years ago that I had once said I will make more. To say I failed my self then, redemption now.

Beginnings of studio setup

So it's been two days since I've been back in Pennsylvania and I'm getting back into the groove of making. Boy does it feel good. A little Dave Brubeck playing on the radio, that smell of the garage brings back memories of old times. But getting to the heart of the matter, I'm working again. I can't begin to describe the feeling of detachment I felt without my space to work. And that I must be carefull so I am not to lose such an integral part of my life, my history of being and becomming what I am now. Although I still don't fully understand what that is exactly. However I think I'm getting closer to that- like the way an old steam engin gets going. Florida was complicated but it certainly if one thing helped me know how much I love art. (from that feeling of displacement and void of making).

I digress.

There is no doubt in my mind these following months will be the most productive time of my life.

1. I will not procrastinate.
1a. I will not procrastinate
1b. I will not procrastinate
a. I will not procrastinate

Like Picasso said: "Only put off untill tomorrow what your willing to die having left undone."

In play with ideas of anatomical dead space

I'm sitting outside at a weathered wooden table listening to sounds of Bob Marley and Jimmy Cliff while watching an iced coffee sweat. Ironically looking at equations for calculating total lung capacity while smoking a cigarette. Out of this dink'a dink'a kind of mood a short poem has magically appeared:

Those little sacks,
that cannot balloon anymore.
Shall fall in it,
Shall burry in it.

Back to the drawing boards.
Just do me one favor, don't forget to constantly question everything you see today. Be curious, be persistant, be open, and be out.

Breaking the frame

So how do I explain this photograph? When I was young and I was handed one of those plastic one use cameras, I always managed to put my finger too close to the lense. I could always tell which pictures I took because my finger would be blocking out some section of the frame. I was always nervous when somebody would hand me a camera. I thought I was going to mess it up. Some where I managed to take that niave fear and use it in my photographic work today. In the photo above I made use of that accident that happened so long ago. Using my fingers to capture just what I wanted. As I was looking through the lense as I was making this photograph I felt it was perfect-with all the noise surrounding the figure gone.
Something some where I've been striving for this. A way to subtely simplify the composition of the frame.

Looking back at what I wrote here I can't help but to notice how on this lost journey into the world. How something so faint of a childhood memory still carries on into the time that follows.