fotoworks

everyday on the subway. how do you do it? im not a farmer kid. i loved taking the L in chicago.I felt mobile and free. but the more and more time i spent getting in and out of the subway i realized i was going deaf. i had my ipod up to maximum volume. are you all nearing deafness?

this painting is amazing. it visually describes how i feel all the time.

if you are going to ny for any reason go and check out this show. it revolved around a non official collective of 30 artists that were living in Brooklyn and area in the 70’s and early 80’s. they were focusing on minimal and and conceptual art. its actually a really amazing show. one that inspired me more then i thought would.

there was this moment when i realized that the met probably had at least one jacques-louis david piece. that was when i started to run frantically from room to room looking for a sign that said neoclassical. and all i kept running into were caravaggio pieces (im pretty certain jacques is my french soul mate). this whole situation was resolved by finally asking for help. and then i ran. and saw this.

and this. and i fell in love all over again.

and lets not forget the francis bacon show. i was amazed by how candid the show was in its descriptions of what he was going through in different periods of his life. Like for example this period of time was when Francis and his lover were fighting. wtf?!?! it was like this awesome tale of this lovers gay lovers and how they affected his work. i was like dang, i understand. i think the most compelling part were these intimate photos and recreation of his studio. it pretty much ruled.

“The dripping… well, if it happens, it happens; it does not take anything from the work. The dripping just proves that you were not trying to control the work, but the work was developing by itself and if it drips, it’s a natural part in the evolution of the work.”
-k.h.

i cant say that ive been a fan of k.h. for that long. i always had these ideas of what i thought he might be like and maybe some of them were true. theres no way to tell. but after i read the new k.h. book by jeffrey deitch and a handful of other writers i realized how much he cared about people. how much he cared about the act of creating without all these fancy elevated ideas. he just wanted to do what he did. and that i can respect.

after a mile and a half walk through the forrest we arrived. the beach is such a beautiful and mysterious place.

wtf?!?! so many different kinds.

five things i learned in callicoon.

1. never assume there is any phone service in an entire town.
2. never assume that a store is open for more then three hours a week.
3. always stop at a big k on the way into town to purchase a fake diamond earring. sales will always be good.
4. never assume that a town has police. not every town does. who knew?!?!?!
5. and again never assume there is any phone service in an entire town.

3 channel projection that I created a little over two weeks ago.
each projection is a film.
text below accompanies the piece.

i escape through patterns of illusions.
through thoughts.
through movement.
on repeat.
it cycles.
i cycle.

subconscious disguises of self swirl.
conscious efforts of reclamation expire.

i regress to something more familiar.
something that has always been there.
something lurking.

free of distortion.
free of self.

keep on running.

we had the experience of checking our sauvie island farms. i would like to just lay here and and take a nap.

this amazing cat who resembled mine followed us around the entire time. the best farm cat i’ve ever met.

still running around.