Forests

We are living in the forest. The weather here is bad; but surly, cold clouds seem to make things special.
The next change in the forest will bring an exiting type of permanence.

I have been making things that don’t quiet fit together. These sculptures are sitting on my desk, their segments jutting out at uncomfortable angles when they should be smooth, seamless surfaces. Art always seems to be an effort of control. Not control of materials, which are perfect, but control of my own body. One day I hope to fully understand my hands, my movements.

I am fitting many things together. I am trying to form objects to suit all nooks and crannies. Some of these objects don’t quite fit, but they are still beautiful, sublime. At times like this all I can do is know these objects, these feelings. Have them fill me, and engorged in beauty and love I am ultimately happy.

Nooks & Crannies

These places are real – My dreams are coming true and I can feel them.
I can feel my body again,
I can feel the ground again,
it’s warm and damp.

.2011

I was awake and could see

Last night I had a dream,
I was taking photos
of the sky in a country I have never been.

As the morning came the clouds changed above my head
and the sun shone yellow on white.

I think I will go there soon.

Bustled

It has been a time since my last post, I have been feeling confused, things seem to slip my mind;
But I really do feel this is necessary for clarity of thought and insight. Thoughts get muddled and bustled and re-ordered into new and fully realized ideas, something Ruth told me once.

2011

I spent the weekend painting on the skirting board at my studio, it is a nice space, not cozy like a cave but still safe; it is difficult to breath there. I have made a list of all the work I should have done by the end of summer. Its encouraging to read through.

I Want to Crush

2011.

2011.

matching colours

Walking, going to work, meeting friends – it feels like I am falling in love every day. How lucky it is to make art and to love. These actions should reflect one another.

I wonder how closely art making can be integrated with all other actions of my life. Sometimes I see it happening in other peoples lives, like a girl I know who’s art collection is comprised of gifts given by lovers and friends.

I am finishing some work for Crush, a group show from here and there. I’ll include some images the next post.

Songs to Play on a Date

A short list I have been thinking about

The Rolling Stones – Play With Fire    2:14
The Beatles – I Want You (She’s So Heavy)    7:47
Diana Ross and the Supreames – My World Is Empty Without You    2:55
LCD Sound System – I Can Change    5:55
Wildbirds and Peacedrums – There Is No Light    2:46
Bee Gees – Stayin’ Alive    4:45
Queen/Bowie – Under Pressure    4:02
David Bowie – Ashes to Ashes    4:23
David Bowie – The Prettiest Star    3:09

Because you need to know what you are getting into.

Work About Crushes

.2011

on falling in love

ART LOVE, BABY

It is much more important to love than to be loved. To love hurts but it also excites; and it fills you.  It is easier to not love, but not to love is an absence that isn’t known, which is why I want to love.
Love and art will be the same thing. This is what I want.

Movements/actions of falling in love

• Smelling
• Feeling the warmth of a body in the same room
• Kissing/Tasting
• Forceful beats
• Looking

Soon I’d like to begin short updates about things I will be working on in the next few months. This isn’t something I really like to do in a blog, but it might just help get my thoughts in order.  I like to think of this area as a type of visual diary rather than any kind of professional web presence.

Movements & Memories