Old skin...

...lying crumpled on the tile. My very own outer surface printed in sticky transfer stuff and stuck onto cling-film, then crumpled:

Crumpled a little less:

Same skin print stuck to silver foil, resting on another piece of silver-foil:

Glas pluss III

This is he promised overkill, which I mentioned in the previous post.

 

The glass was stained and dirty from some previous, unrelated situation. I have since cleaned it. However, I do like it to have some "surface events", but would like them to occur within the present circumstances.

 

After washing the glass: the effect of water on sand at the base; the diagonal strokes on the sand are caused by shadows from water streaking down the glass:

The wavy sand at the base of the glass. I'm not entirely sure why I persist with this theme. Having little hills of sand press against the glass from both sides is (kind of) fascinating, and I am interested to see what happens to them with the passage of time. But the pieces stand much better without this adornment, and, especially in the case of the one above, I will return them to their previous condition. The "wavy-thing" (as seen through glass) I will return to in a different context -- in some other situation.

BTW!: I noticed that an advertisement by Windex ("See how Windex cleans streaked glass", it says), suddenly appeared on one of my editing pages in Blogger. How "they" carefully watch every little move "we" make...

Glas Pluss II

General comment on the three glass installation posts: I realize that in each case the original version, pre-overkill, was superior to what I developed afterwards (slight overkill on piece posted below, I'll post tomorrow (Sat.) morning).This mainly concerns the cute little compositions of sand at the base of the glass. It would be very easy to get rid of these and return to the earlier situation, but at this stage I am interested to see what happens to the installations as they are and as they become affected by wind and possible rain over an extended period of time. "Process" invited -- (my) hands off. I will try to document these events as they occur.

Glas pluss

This site is at the top of the mesa, beside the path that runs along the edge.
The prevailing wind should hit it on-edge, water, if it ever rains heavily again, should run up to it from the ledge above.

Tomorrow I will come up here and wash the glass (or perhaps make it more dirty -- see what kind of mood I'm in).

Glass revisited

Further explorations of glass in sand. White sand is from another area from around the house. Here it is dry:

Here after some wetting:

Dry:

Wet:

Slowly edging towards overkill. I'll use sand with a different piece of glass in another location soon.
Observe changes that occur to piece over time, but this white stuff forms a hard suInstallationrface soon. Next I'll position glass with more sifty sand in a wind exposed location. Effect of running surface water will be interesting also, but since we're in a 1000 year drought cycle at the moment I might have to simulate that effect.

Fishing in the arid Southwest

Fenton Lake. Some head out for the mystery of the deep water:

Others keep a firm footing. None of these people are real vegetarians. For those thirsting for optical illusions, below contains a little bit of an optical illusion (how did he balance his chair on the tree stump?and where is his shadow? vampires fish?); if you click on the photo...that's cheating, but if you do, note the man's impressive tattoos:

Possible tangled fishing lines in this equal opportunity fishing experiment:

Here's a Native American not teaching his daughter traditional fishing techniques, but allowing her to develop her own:

Survivalists, no doubt. Outfits make them nearly invisible:

New Mexico shards

To make a little digression from this skin-thing...
Large piece of glass installed in NM "soil", with edge first painted white:

then orange:

More, more, more, and perhaps more to come (who knows)...

Hard not to notice, but when I return to making pieces, I start blogging and stop writing. Geezzzzz. I'll never ever get anything completely finished in all my life.
Will I!
Sticky tee-shirt-type transfer print paper stuck to wall enhanced with pins (aids adherence, so we have form humbly deferring to function).
If you click on the first one (below), you will be struck by the breathtaking array of little pins (yes, they are smaller than normal pins). The same event occurs in piece titled sk2.
sk1:

 sk2:

This a much more elaborate production (I gotta get a grip on myself!) Iron-on transfer on fabric miraculously stuck to wall. In all effect a mixed media piece. If you click you will be impressed by how un-vegetarian it all seems. And as for the orifice thing...I don't know what to say.
sk3:

Detail of sk3 (the orifice itself!!!):

In the works

Rough photo of rough (proto) piece.
Just whacked a hole in some foamcore and stuck the image with orifice over orifice. The background (dark red) was just something I had at hand. It needs to lie deeper and be of a differently defined texture.
Orifice 4: 

Well...

...I guess I'll continue with this blogging nonsense.
Trouble is, when I'm writing (longish short stories) I seem not to be able to blog.
The play Moonlight and Magnolias won the state competition and will travel to Texas for the regionals. The set won also: Outstanding Set Design. Got a mouse-pad with that on it. Better than the weird one I had before, but I already spilled soy sauce all over it.

Up North

Took a trip up North. First light back at home:

The Rio Grande from White Rock. Never saw that stunning site before. Bit of vertigo near the edge:

Later in the day said good-bye to the set:

Marat Sade

Here's a quickie this morning for possibly upcoming production of Marat Sade at the "Little Theatre", for Dave to take to the theatre board. Crude, but explicit -- with deep apologies to ol' Delacroyks. Looks just a tiny bit better when clicked on.

Road and beyond

On the road to Los Alamos, just above La Cueva. This time of the year we begin to enjoy light as we travel -- early dawn. Some slush, black ice, but, as you see, not much snow:

Zooming!

Fire? FIRE!
 Don't panic. Controlled burn, they claim. If you click, don't inhale.

Descending to the Valle Caldera:

The Valle. Believe me, it is teeming with elk down there; my puny camera lens will not reach that far. Last year that fence was just about covered with snow. This year you can see yellowing patches of vegetation poking through -- nice for the elk in the short term, not a nice prospect for spring if more wet stuff doesn't come down.

More zooming!

Wham! It's the set in post rehearsal disarray form. I have to move all that junk away from the wall and continue to obsessively apply more and more and more wood texture.

Don't want to mess with this photo any more, but the wood texture is quite visible really. Most of it is already done. Need to finish bits, fix furniture -- stuff like that.

Some detail; each panel became a crazy little painting strangely amounting to a wood paneling effect. Click:

At lunchtime (I overlooked bringing lunch with me) went to the local sub-shop when this little DOE squad marched in. Shouldn't they be chowing down in a barrack or tent somewhere? Poor customer looks deeply alarmed, as his hand slowly reaches for something that was not ever there, ready to run out into the street screaming if they as much as glance at him. I'll join him, but I have my veggie sub and Sierra Mist firmly grasped in my hands.

Walskin

Meant to spend all day at the theatre, but Lizzie got sick, fever etc, so I stayed home with her. Second day she's at it -- should be OK for tomorrow -- better be.
Meanwhile a winter storm is gathering. Hope tomorrow doesn't turn out to be a snow-day.
So I get to have a break from applying wood-textures to all that lies before me. A skin day instead. Actually, these are pieces that have been embedded in the sheetrock in the studio for the last few days.