Saturday, November 27, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Skins
Where the last series is headed, digressed by unexpected behavior of material:
And a few dead-end pieces that I'm playing with while I wait for other stuff to dry. Soon, they will vanish into some black hole of unloved artwork, so why not give them a moment of glory on the world wide web. The middle piece even got microwaved, and then broiled. Not the kind of process I'm ever likely to repeat:
And a few dead-end pieces that I'm playing with while I wait for other stuff to dry. Soon, they will vanish into some black hole of unloved artwork, so why not give them a moment of glory on the world wide web. The middle piece even got microwaved, and then broiled. Not the kind of process I'm ever likely to repeat:
Sunday, November 21, 2010
How to waste a weekend
First light. Sunlight hitting Guadelupe Mesa, yesterday, Saturday. If you click on this, you will be deeply moved:
Off to Santa Fe with Lizzie. Art poppin' out all over. It's not real, she says. Santa Fe is not real:
We are focused on our destination ---> Church! No apparent separation from State here:
It wasn't even Sunday. Chess Tournament that day, they used the Santa Fe Episcopalian Church hall for that venue. Lizzie's team triumphed. She plays board #2 (six in each team), only girl in the championship section, drew one game, won the other ones. Below the younger kids (Reserve section). Here fawning parents crawl all over with cameras, the older players sneer and sigh deeply if I try to photograph in their room:
Sometimes I glance up. Spent all day in church yesterday, got some new twitches growing.
Off to Santa Fe with Lizzie. Art poppin' out all over. It's not real, she says. Santa Fe is not real:
Indians look all set for swarms of tourists. Not a good day actually. Strangely warm for this end of November, calm, sunny, but the town was empty:
We are focused on our destination ---> Church! No apparent separation from State here:
It wasn't even Sunday. Chess Tournament that day, they used the Santa Fe Episcopalian Church hall for that venue. Lizzie's team triumphed. She plays board #2 (six in each team), only girl in the championship section, drew one game, won the other ones. Below the younger kids (Reserve section). Here fawning parents crawl all over with cameras, the older players sneer and sigh deeply if I try to photograph in their room:
Today Albuquerque.
Lizzie reckons Albuquerque is more real than Santa Fe. I agree:
Commerce thrives everywhere you look:
Gotta shop, it will help keep America great:
Sometimes I glance up. Spent all day in church yesterday, got some new twitches growing.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Under construction 2 (Still wet)
Same pieces; I'm kind of poking, probing for a "process". Nothing here yet. I'll take these a few stages further, but this is not quite what I had in mind. next thing to do is to find some other materials. Big fat wads of latex, skin crinkly-like, would be nice. Colors here are not too deeply considered -- just wanted to see how this paint would behave -- everything's such a rush...
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Under construction
This group, starting in the same kind of process as "Icy" below, different stuff, great stuff, stopped at this stage, except for the last one.
The thing in my mind is, strangely, representational. All the above are self-portraits (obviously, right?) The matter around the pressed down rectangles is my external surface. I need to adapt some of the process to include different materials. "Great Stuff" is great fun, but not entirely satisfactory. Still, something happened, then perhaps something else will happen, so I'll see what happens.
I think the first one works the best, so far. A few others work well too, but were too minimal to photograph well. The last one points in a direction which I'll follow and develop.
For more self-portrait action, visit Next Blog.
Close-up on stuff:
The thing in my mind is, strangely, representational. All the above are self-portraits (obviously, right?) The matter around the pressed down rectangles is my external surface. I need to adapt some of the process to include different materials. "Great Stuff" is great fun, but not entirely satisfactory. Still, something happened, then perhaps something else will happen, so I'll see what happens.
I think the first one works the best, so far. A few others work well too, but were too minimal to photograph well. The last one points in a direction which I'll follow and develop.
For more self-portrait action, visit Next Blog.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Iceland
Virtual, so to speak.
I was looking for something to happen, which did not happen, but then something else happened, which will do for now, and then it went into the twitches of photoshop, and here it is, poor thing, passing in time and form, caught in a moment of its passage... back to the chamber of alterations.
It's really a rectangular piece of plastic pressed onto stiff paper with a generous squeeze of dated sealant on the edges. I hear that Iceland is composed of the same materials as the ocean floor all around it; volcanic action pushed up this little segment of it; now we have liberal, tolerant Norse (men/women!) sanctioning alternative lifestyles in a haze of geothermal steam surrounded by blobs of ice.
That sounds like a process I can live with. Now here, the plastic rectangle came from the Black Hole in Atomic City; the paper lay on my table, anxious; the tube of sealant came from the shed, dated from the last millennium, the process did not need much rehearsal: squeeze the stuff onto the edges of the plastic, press the plastic onto the paper...photoshop.
In both instances the elements are obvious enough to anticipate and explain their behavior in a process. Occurrences cause them to enact predictable drama (you might be kind enough to click upon this, even magnify, once you're there):
I was looking for something to happen, which did not happen, but then something else happened, which will do for now, and then it went into the twitches of photoshop, and here it is, poor thing, passing in time and form, caught in a moment of its passage... back to the chamber of alterations.
It's really a rectangular piece of plastic pressed onto stiff paper with a generous squeeze of dated sealant on the edges. I hear that Iceland is composed of the same materials as the ocean floor all around it; volcanic action pushed up this little segment of it; now we have liberal, tolerant Norse (men/women!) sanctioning alternative lifestyles in a haze of geothermal steam surrounded by blobs of ice.
That sounds like a process I can live with. Now here, the plastic rectangle came from the Black Hole in Atomic City; the paper lay on my table, anxious; the tube of sealant came from the shed, dated from the last millennium, the process did not need much rehearsal: squeeze the stuff onto the edges of the plastic, press the plastic onto the paper...photoshop.
In both instances the elements are obvious enough to anticipate and explain their behavior in a process. Occurrences cause them to enact predictable drama (you might be kind enough to click upon this, even magnify, once you're there):
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Dull post about the weather
Blue skies rule. Tee-shirt weather, dry enough to make your nose bleed, lips crack, eye-balls crunch, and climate change deniers furrow their brows. I look back with fondness to an alarming moisture event from somewhere in the middle of last month. Great blobs of ice came teeming down, scattering down over my South facing patio, even making my windows all wet (smudges non-photoshop). Yuk!:
The system was finite, blue skies soon to resume...:
...but painful to the head, if you overlook wearing a hat (BTW the shiny object on the left below the juniper is my Amiga 2000 having a mouse nest washed out by the elements. I expect it to resume normal service when the process is over. You know how tough those machines are; need to click on pic. to see the greatest computer of all time getting fixed):
It was enough to stop me gathering the remains of my laundry...:
...and view the dampening effect on my yet to be cut wood with gentle sadness (this one is also faintly amusing to click on):
Thrilling stuff, eh?
Well, we're back to gracious outdoor living again:
The system was finite, blue skies soon to resume...:
...but painful to the head, if you overlook wearing a hat (BTW the shiny object on the left below the juniper is my Amiga 2000 having a mouse nest washed out by the elements. I expect it to resume normal service when the process is over. You know how tough those machines are; need to click on pic. to see the greatest computer of all time getting fixed):
It was enough to stop me gathering the remains of my laundry...:
...and view the dampening effect on my yet to be cut wood with gentle sadness (this one is also faintly amusing to click on):
Thrilling stuff, eh?
Well, we're back to gracious outdoor living again:
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