Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts

Monday, December 15, 2014

ab ad

Publix - Weekly Ad - Maitland.jpg

Friday, April 12, 2013

Apple/Egg


Monday, February 18, 2013

black egg

black egg, untitled as of yet, in process in my studio. it is a matte black - the paint is wet still.
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century egg

century egg 


instructions for how to make a "ninja" black egg
 
"ninja" black egg (full of pepper and/or dust and/or other blinding things)

kid throwing a "ninja" black egg at a dummy




chalkboard paint eggs

Ukrainian eggs

Ukrainian egg 

Ukrainian egg

watercolored easter egg

marble egg

Paul Noble - Black Egg (silicone) 2004

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Sunday, November 15, 2009

A clementine, a pot of coffee, and Tom Friedman


I've made 2 food based works recently. The repaired clementine is made of the peel and tape. Below is a poem.
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Morning Ritual

coffee
coffee
coffee
poop


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Both of these can be related to something I read in an essay on Tom Friedman called "Self-Portrait as Untitled (without Armature)" by Bruce Hainley:

"Some artists work at home. Even when they're in a studio, it's a home-made practice... Joseph Cornell, despite his dream travel, quite at home. Marcel Duchamp, quite at home too. The boƮte-en-valise[directly translated as 'box-in-bag'], the museum in a suitcase, just an italicizing of this fact, as is his sister's being the one to assemble and label some of the readymades. Staircase, chocolate grinders, perfume bottles, drag accouterments, dust breeding, breathing: these are the stuff of a homebody.
...Everything that Freidman needs to make his work is at home. Yet it's uncanny how it never seems to be about the domestic... Nothing homey even though it's home-made..."


Tom Friedman - Untitled (soap and pubic hair) 1990

The notion of home and humble have been a part of my work for quite a while (in materials and occasionally content) and it can be a slippery place in my work. My work is always personal and made from what is at hand (near might be a better term). This has become more evident now that I have moved into an apartment with my fiancee where my studio and living space are one. In previous apartments I have viewed 'homey' creations such as this clementine as play and cursory to my practice. I am revisiting actions like painting lines on my former roommate's 3-day-old pizza left on our counter.