Archive for March, 2009

a word about art

March 15, 2009

i don’t talk specifically about my art. only that i do art as a thing that i do. the reason being is that it would become easy, easier, to figure out who i am. maybe give people the ability to figure out who i am actually, or figure out how to connect who i am to this suite of writings. and i don’t want either happening. but i can maybe describe what i am interested in, in terms of what it is that i make art about. let me try to put it in the simplest of terms.

my work is about loneliness. not about romantic loneliness, although that is there. It is about being alone in the evidence of everyone existing around you. this manifests itself in a lot of different ways. most evident would be through landscapes. i also make more graphic based images that reference my internal dialogue and how i occupy my time trying to combat that. i also make sculptures that are gestures of more time killing. playing with legos type of thing. i make videos too. not quite sure what that’s about. not yet at least. as for performative type of arts, i do think that there is a level of theatricality in the way i carry myself. however it is not the typical manner that is associated with artists, and i do my best to promote the archetype as well as subvert it. i play music too and am slowly in the process of making an album with my family. it’s been on the backburner for a while. but hopefully over summer it will be done. stylistically the album will be based on the moments leading up to the reformation era. but in a larger scope i range from late 70s garage rock, but not really punk, and funk and soul. we are writting songs simultaneously for all 3, but are closest to completing the first one. It is not at all a professional type of recording, but we have enough history in music that we can make it happen nicely. and there is something i do like about the low-fi sound. and lastly i am a meager writer. i would love to write a novel one day, but i mainly just write prose. nonsense really. so there it is.

hope that clarifies a bit. if it doesn’t reread it and stop after the 7th sentence.

it is the furthest thing from boring, but it’s such an insular practice and specific dialogue, that unless you knew it, it’s hard to get.

it’s not a lack of ability or desire to say the words. it’s a matter of being timely and allowing her and i the ability to not air our feelings in a lopsided manner. it is personal between us and i feel it should take place there before, if ever, it takes place here.

the future’s fossils

March 12, 2009

i am suffering from a mild case of brain vertigo. not real vertigo, but the brain version. i don’t think that means anything actually. let me figure that out. um. revisionist history. oh i know. it could mean that my thoughts are off balance. that the things i think about have lost their equilibrium. that works.

yes, thoughts out of whack. off balance. in an ongoing life happening, things are crazy and busy and so filled with how scattered my days are. i’ve just been working non-stop. i’ve been driving back and forth. i’ve been no one place for 2 days in a row. but i’ve been going home more.

life is strangely coming together in ways that i didn’t anticipate. life has filled in properly. busily. i am making tons of headway in the studio. i’m making work like i haven’t made work in a long time. oh to be making art. there really is nothing better. it’s like i’ve fallen in love with it all over again. it feels like it had been away for so long.

i have filled my life with as much rest as i can when i have the chance, so certain things have fallen by the way side. it can’t really be helped. time away to recharge the batteries as it were. the ebb and flow. the wane and wax.

but what of it all. what of the things i spoke so hopelessly romantic towards. nothing to say just yet. nothing to you. not just yet. only because i still have million words to say. i have letters that pour out of my head. everything that i’m thinking. i want to lay it bear. all for you. not for them. for me to i guess. you. me.

sigh.