Tuesday, October 20, 2009

teensy weensy book.

this is a book project i'm working on (these are not in order). almost every piece has a cutout, or what I'm calling cliffhangers in this series.


Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Autumnal Equinox is today! And, this is the recent progress of my totemy project.

This project has really carried me into new territory. I began "feeding" it acorns and it was suggested that I'd have to "ward off the squirrels". So I did. Dressed as a squirrel. In Boston Commons. I'm still working on the video...It may be projected onto the acorn-adorned floor next to the piece.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

growing up and out.

These are a new group of paintings on 30"x48" canvases. The second painting is the same as the first, but upside down and earlier on. So, it doesn't exist.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Painting With Shadows-in Process

(Update: and so it grows...)

I'm going to continue attaching fabric between the branches that create "v's" (do all of them do that?). Eventually I'll find a more controllable light source to play around with for the shadows. Right now I am using one that gets too hot (I wanted to try draping fabric over the light).

Some Summer.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Two From "Step Back From Your Eyes" Series...(in process)

The last one is ready for A LOT more work-not that I'm apologizing.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

"I tried to tell myself it's only music"

So I was sitting with a friend, listening to one of my favorite bands (Mum). I remembered commenting on a fellow student's artwork-it looked like music of the band CocoRosie...later coming to find they are one of her favorite bands. I'd like to make art that affects in a similar way to music. When I listen to certain bands, I feel like I'm traveling to an ethereal landscape. I started asking my friend about her favorite bands and if it shows up in her work. I noticed how a few of our noted favorites were quite different. What does this mean in terms of artwork?

If I say that I'd like to make art that affects in a similar way to Mum...is that pretentious? Or should a certain amount of choices in ones work come from their own personal tastes? If not, is it better to connect/learn about others by citing references to preferences (whether it be to colors, music, films) that you are not a fan of? I guess, as in everything there should be balance. I'm just trying to figure it out. AKA-I'm procrastinating.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Approaching the Abyss?

What does it mean when you temporarily clear your mind of such things as time, days of the week, dogma and language. As described in Murakami's "Kafka on the Shore", there is a place which you can allow the mind to hover over, that consists of everything yet holds no "parts". Everything is there but it is completely empty. This sounds like the abyss. You know, that scary way of disconnecting from the literal level. Or, maybe it's a state of mind that makes one believe that our consciousnesses are far more complex than we could ever comprehend.

This feeling may be too subjective to attempt describing with words. But really, wouldn't that be awful if we could explain our most intrinsic beliefs? I mean...if we could be completely understood, then what else would we have to strive for? We have to use words!

Hmmm. Perhaps this all just emerged from missing sleep. Who knows, right?

Saturday, May 30, 2009

The Physicality of Writing.

"But what about stories?" she made herself wonder, losing her place on the page.

It doesn't matter where she was, because she wasn't really there.

"Am I consuming these books too fast, this feels gluttonous. Will I remember what I've learned? How could I? It's already been digested. Will I remember the feeling of being inside of this character? No-the character won't be the same next time I read this, because I won't be the same"

She had once measured her time in pages. Leafing through the heft of a well-loved book, she could calculate how many cigarettes she'd smoked per hour...the ash finding its grave between every few pages.

Maybe this time she wrote when she should have let herself read. Today she is tidy and she looks to have forgotten how.

(This may be elaborated upon, depending on if I choose to read or write)

Monday, May 11, 2009

This is Routine.


So I'm sitting at my kitchen table, writing a paper and eating a really hot, splenda-sticky sweet potato. I pick up something under the table, my head hitting my notebook with my po-tot on top. The potato falls in my hair. Pause. Notebook falls and my hair gets tangled in the spirals. I was on the phone with Amanda at the time...and she told me that sounded like a routine event for me.

Later...I'm crossing the street towards school. A car is speeding towards me as I'm on the crosswalk. I jump off my bike, my hanging suspenders get stuck under the seat and I drop my bike in front of the car. A girl walking behind me trips over my bike and gets her shoe lace stuck in the spokes.

Afternoon...Once again wandering, I see a shiztu walking all by himself down the sidewalk. I start calling towards him. A guy across the street looks at me, and precedes to chase the dog, thinking it belongs to me. So I run away. I don't know why.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

"a map is more unreal, than where you've been or how you feel"

After a very ungrounded weekend I'm finally jumping down from the swing set. I'm really trying to find more balance in myself. I've felt particularly scatter-brained but summer adventuring plans are already in the mix! I'm already playing my Summer playlist...

Saturday, May 2, 2009


Let's take a look at this. Quixotic: 1: foolishly impractical especially in the pursuit of ideals ; especially : marked by rash lofty romantic ideas or extravagantly chivalrous action.

This comment came up a few days ago, although it had been floating around in my mind for a while beforehand. I guess in terms of my art, I hope to effect people. That is not to say that I assume that I will be able to. I just don't feel like it's worth making art unless you strive for this. I know I've certainly felt changed from others' art.

When I think of other issues such as overpopulation & our growing consumerism, I can still fall into the category of being 'naively' optimistic. Because there are things that are beyond our ability to anticipate, I don't see why the rational choice is often to accept and (sometimes) give up on working towards a change in our current situation.

All this said, this state of optimism works for me. I'm just recently discovering this after a year of intense analytic endeavors into myself. By remaining naive in some ways, I can constantly take in new information. Any pessimism can just be acknowledged and filtered out so that I can pursue the path to fixing what I can on my minuscule level.

Friday, May 1, 2009

Almost There.

I feel like it's summer already. Unfortunately all that means is I have a desire to do nothing but roam around Beverly with slow summer music in my mind. I'm pretty restless but hope to push myself back into a place where I can get some things accomplished. Once I can get out of my head and come back down to earth that is. I don't know why I keep isolating myself in my thoughts, but maybe it's necessary for me right now while I revise my artist statement. I obviously am the only one who can fully understand what it is that I believe in...these are the type of existential thoughts that I fearfully make myself accept daily. However, I still want to begin communicating my ideas as I once did in my notebook (hence the blog).

After schools out, I want to pursue intense adventurism! I'm talking about 20 mile walks again, concerts that bring me to another place, traveling to see friends, surfing, and lots of documentation.

I should probably go hang out with my neglected kitteh.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Tonight, tonight.

Sense of possibility is heightening. It's getting warmer and brighter out everyday. I walked 6 miles today. I'm almost completely moved into my new apartment. Isadora (my cat) is no longer having panic attacks over (or shall I say under) the noisy new neighbors. I'm finding things I've lost. This place is incredible. I have such a huge, sunlit studio. Right now the floors are covered in plastic cowboys & indians, paints, brushes, fabric and beads. Yes, I'm starting some new projects...which I'll be able to pursue with more energy and freedom once I feel completely settled. As for now, I'm going to try to calm down and relax as most of my course work is finished for the semester. For real. I'm going to attempt to not feel guilty for a short lack of productivity.

Oh, and today I found an article on a new film with Adam Goldberg,"Untitled"...It's a satire on the contemporary art world.

-From IMDb-Adam Goldberg plays the serious composer, whose work calls for paper crumpling, glass breaking and bucket kicking. Marley Shelton plays the gorgeous Chelsea gallerist, whose latest show features an artist who employs taxidermy and household objects. Further complicating the affair is the composers brother, whose highly commercial art work is the financial backbone of the gallery - is sold to corporate clients discreetly out of the gallery's back room.
So yeah, I can't wait to see this.