December (in Florida) notes

12/5/14

black ice

black ic

black i

black-

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blac

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sassafras

sassafra

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12/7/14
@ the Rubell Family Collection
dirty abstraction (via the show at Mana Miami, maybe)
- marks, but absent of people (the man-made)
Remain(s)
Bound

12/14/14
stencil of the moon / placed on floor / dust Hurricane Sandy silt over it / remove stencil
Surge
[love - Sayward]

this object

[no title yet] (shell, magnet, & cock ring)

frond & black paint

wishbone / fingernail

hangnail, wishbone

angnail

wishbone

from James Schuyler's poem The Crystal Lithium

"i have windows [in my hospital] but they're painted black" 

- my brother Matt, while driving in the rain during a black-out

new studio work(ing)

been settling in in Winter Park; looking at some Cy Twombly, Daniel Dezeuze, and Aram Saroyam. I haven't figured out what my "Florida" work looks like yet, but I think I'm on the way.

I have full access to the Rollins wood lab, so I've been working in there on some things that I probably would have made as drawings otherwise 

a new version of KT Boundary (Kudzu) 

photo/sketch - a page from a book on Cy Twombly's drawings and 3 pieces of glacial float copper 

Mirage (canteen, 24 rabbit's feet, and water) 2014 [bad photograph, though]

Night Blind

sketch for Night Blind (pencil and watercolor on paper) 2014

the final version of Night Blind will be made out of plywood and hung on every wall near the ceiling of the gallery, with variable space between each box.

maglite tests

We hardly see light and dark anymore
Return to Sender
Anymore
[flashlight and aluminum]

Salination

a few tests, on the way to a final piece [possibly titled Boil Order]

epsom salt

(salt burn) salt spread on a small patch of grass in my backyard

[sketch] Adam Farcus - Boil Order (various paints and studio detritus on newspaper) 2013

And a couple art references:

Richard Long - Chisos Circle, Big Bend, Texas, 1990

John Arndt - Bonneville Flat (salt on tire) 2006

knots

sketch for a sculpture, lumber crayon on wood

 &"Plank" from Ed Edd 'n Eddy

A drawing for a piece that does not yet exist

Adam Farcus - Boil Order (dirt, detritus, and whitewash on newspaper) 2013

project notes

i'm about to switch to a new pocket notebook, so i'm writing down some of my most recent project ideas here. feel free to steal them because most of them won't see the light of day.

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12/12/12
Spiral
holding my computer in the woods with my webcam on (with a cartoon burning digital frame)
-spinning around (infinite loop)
-"Downward Spiral""  [maybe too NIN]

Deluge (295feet 11inches)
-title for the buoy piece (the part in parenthesis is the exact height above sea level that the installation is - 295ft 11in is my apartment)

 ! [stupid title? or stupid title!]
painted wood or acrylic map of Greenland, mounted to the wall
-museum-like
-with the summer 2012 melt data on it

12/7/12
flag/semaphore/distress signal
-from an Atmosphere (or other) song
-SEND HELP, etc

12/6/12
Cold Nights
flash photograph of a sidewalk monument at night while it's snowing
-snow will be frozen in the photograph like stars
-with people?

12/3/12
flatt/2D wind-chime cut out of wood or metal

11/29/12
recreate the neighborhood sign at Old York and 39th
-class & race assumptions, segregation, security, safety

11/26/12
Folding the Map
ocean video, radio tuned to WWV, ghost summoned by a seance

11/19/12
collage made with odd shapes from cutting a map so that it has no text (context)
-no location, only the signs of location

11/17/12
red-wing blackbird song/call poem
-written out phonetically, then changed through free association (to protection and/or talismen)

9/10/12
window iron decorative security bar(s) with cement base (like what is used for temporary stop signs)

cat / guardians, after e.e. cummings

E.E. Cummings

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white guardians of the universe of sleep

safely may be imperishable your
glory escorted through infinite countries be
my darling(open the very secret of hope
to her eyes,not any longer blinded with
a world;and let her heart's each whisper wear

all never guessed unknowable most joy)

faithfully blossoming beyond to breathe
suns of the night,bring this beautiful
wanderer home to a dream called time:and give
herself into the mercy of that star,
if out of climbing whom begins to spill
such golden blood as makes his moon alive

sing more will wonderfully birds than are


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i read this poem and thought of some projects that i have in the works, and one finished piece (Sentinels). the ideas that echo between this poem and the following pieces/ideas is: (dis)location / fear / protection

 

these will be life-sized cats made of thick wood (to sit on all window sills in a space) painted black

possible title: Guardians of the Universe Sleep

 Sentinel (for B.C.) (installed in a studio in Peoria, IL) (photograph by the owner, B.C.)

Sentinel (for N.N.) (installed in a store in Chicago, IL) (photograph by the owner, N.N.)

a shirt left in my car by a hitch-hiker in Germany, embroidery hoop - work in progress

(video still) ocean and clouds - from a downward facing camera on a cross-Pacific flight, filmed off of a monitor

work in progress - perhaps the edited and looped video will be accompanied by a HF (shortwave) radio tuned to WWV or WWVH (which signals and announces universal atomic time)

* To hear these broadcasts, dial (303) 499-7111 for WWV (Colorado), and (808) 335-4363 for WWVH (Hawaii). Callers are disconnected after 2 minutes. These are not toll-free numbers; callers outside the local calling area are charged for the call at regular long-distance rates.

all perishes

The fear of death is indeed the pretense of wisdom, and not real wisdom, being a pretense of knowing the unknown; and no one knows whether death, which men in their fear apprehend to be the greatest evil, may not be the greatest good.
-Plato, "Apology," Dialogues, 399 B.C.

What is death at most? It is a journey for a season; a sleep longer than usual. If thou fearest death, thou shouldest also fear sleep.
-St. John Chrysostom, Homily, c. 388

When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the Earth.
-Peter (Ken Foree), "Dawn of the Dead," 1978

All perishes and passes that we see with our eyes. The wealth of this world wanes into wretchedness. Robes and riches rot in the ditch. . . . Their gold and their treasures draw them to death.
-Richard Role (c. 1300-1349), Selected Works of Richard Role

crows and beached buoys

for an installation that i would like to do... on the east coast, somewhere.

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and a sketch i made to work through some of these ideas