backyard

evergreen

crow

whining dog

overexposure

(my backyard, Druid Heights, Baltimore, MD)

"fear is present, fear is also a spectacle,... and fear might be real, or just as real as we allow it to be." - Irene Pérez

confidence email

serenity prayer, with notes from a good friend

:)

sketch

playing with fear

i've been reconsidering the piece i wanted to make where i just let live crows into the gallery space - because of obvious reasons: live animals is an insurance risk not to mention cruel, and it is illegal to taxidermy crows in the US. so, i thought using fake crows would ruin the 'fear' that comes with real crows - but after buying a couple i'm starting to think that, installed correctly, they might deliver the same initial feeling of fear, followed by ridiculousness (e.g., a large shelf of unmoving replica crows all posed the same way).

here are some other notes:
-not climate change, but the fear & spectacle that surrounds it
-marker for the rising fear
-direct fear & talisman (talisman that aid in psychological help)

L - F/S

8/21/12
little freaked
loft space
lightning foundation
lucky sycamore
lantern shaped freckles
leafy finch

trip to Richmond, VA

8/17/12
my phone says that i'm in Kiambu, Kenya - but i'm really at Monro Auto in Baltimore, Maryland
stolen 99¢ coffee from Shoppers
where are you? at a meeting, holing your confidence between your teeth 

5.5 hour drive
(Richmond, VA)
Frank Sumatra

8/18/12 - Richmond, VA
J. Schuyler, Letter Poem #2
air plant
air press

people survived scalping - "ya, but i think it's less common"

SPADE & ARCHER

4 hour drive
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Deluge

JMW Turner - Shade and Darkness - the Evening of the Deluge (oil on canvas) 1843

"Aloft all hands, strike the top-masts and belay;

Yon angry setting sun and fierce-edged clouds

Declare the Typhon's coming.

Before it sweeps your decks, throw overboard

The dead and dying - ne'er heed their chains

Hope, Hope, fallacious Hope!

Where is thy market now?"

-From JMW Turner's unfinished and unpublished poem Fallacies of Hope, 1812. For the full text of Turner's verse see A. J. Finberg, The Life of J.M.W. Turner, R.A., 2nd ed., 1961, p. 474 


also see these two posts. 1 & 2

the ghost sound

pipes from pipe organs for sale on Ebay

discoverig Baltimore

i found yesterday that the BMA is my current favorite place to spend time in Baltimore, followed closely by the Conservatory and Druid Hill Park. their collection is pretty nice and odd, and it's quiet and more personable than museums i am used to; like the Art Institute of Chicago.
the contemporary galleries in the BMA are being remodeled, which gave me the opportunity to spend time with some work that i may have passed by.

Henri Matisse - Interior with Dog (oil on canvas) 1934

Jean Dubuffet - Orator at the Wall (oil and crayon on canvas) 1945

Georgia O'Keeffe - Cup of Silver Ginger (oil on canvas) 1939

Joan Miro - Portrait No, 1 (oil on canvas) 1938

fire alarm in the mens bathroom

the work i was drawn to reflects some things that i am focusing on in my studio: pattern, brush stroke, and high energy (in particular the high energy and signifiers that come with alerts and warnings - thus the fire alarm makes it into this groups of research-images). O'Keerfe seems to be the odd one out here - i think i was more interested in the title and placement of the painting (in the gallery) than the actual work itself.

working method

"Not that my conviction protected me; it's always embarrassing to pin tail onto thin air, nowhere near the donkey. It might be wrong, it sure looks like it is - but the again, maybe the donkey's in the wrong place, or there are two donkeys, and the tail just got there first."
- Miranda July, from It Chooses You

a gift from Shawna

 

Michael Ondaatje

“Signature”

The car carried him

racing the obvious moon

beating in the trees like a white bird.

Difficult to make words sing

around your appendix.

The obvious upsets me,

everyone has scars which crawl

into the mystery of swimming trunks.

I was the first appendix in my family;

my brother who was given the stigma

of a rare blood type,

proved to have ulcers instead.

The rain fell like applause as I approached the hospital.

It takes seven seconds, she said,

strapped my feet,

entered my arm.

I stretched all senses

on FIVE

the room closed on me like an eyelid.

At night the harmonica plays,

a whistler joins in respect.

I am a sweating marble saint

full of demerol and sleeping pills.

A man in the armour of shining plaster

walks to my door, then past.

Imagine the rain

falling like white bees on the sidewalk

imagine Snyder

high on poetry and mountains

 

Three floors down

my appendix

swims in a jar 

O world, I shall be buried all over Ontario

watching the moon

7/29/12 12:43am

i've been watching the moon out my window, and reflected by the window, for two nights now

7/30/12 12:48am

watching the moon out my window, reflected on the glass four times, for the third night in a row

7/30/12

Home Depot windows

32" x 54"

24" x 36" (small-ish; would be next to another to make a horizontal composition)
28" x 58"

32" x 46"