Monday, December 19, 2011

Face Off

The bottles in my magic desk should feed directly into my face, so I can suck up the energy 
collected therein. An old friend stopped by the studio last week and remarked that now he 
understands why I didn't do too many drugs in college (with all my other friends) - because 
my brain is already that psychedelic. I don't know about that, but here's what it took for 
Gabriela, George and me to make a mold of my face:
pouring on the alginate

adding the plaster strips

the inside of the mold after de-molding from my face
pouring FGR plaster into the mold
since the sides of the mold weren't steady, it expanded.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Magic Desk

I am working on the last of my pieces for the show in Maine (along with
everything else at the same time...I shouldprobably stop while I am ahead,
but I'll think of Dieter Roth and Martin Kippenberger: More is More!!! I
have almost all of my detritus samples, and I am working on the desk...

Monday, December 12, 2011

And Counting.

I am trying to prepare this piece, and it is giving me a hard time. Rosary is a project I have 
been working on (and off and on) for three years. Since I got into grad school. Since then, 
I have been picking up one object on my walk to the studio each day. There are rules to this 
practice, though, which have developed over time. The rules are:

Last night, I laid it out in the hallway at the studio. It grows constantly, and currently 
measures 84 feet long (so long! I was elated) and is comprised of monofilament, glass 
beads and 475 objects (only 475? I was depressed). 

365days pr year x 3years = 1095 total days-475 studio days = 620 non-studio days

This is not a great average. More than half my time was spent elsewhere? Crap!
Well, let's factor in the variables:

  1. vacations, birthdays
  2. travel
  3. months after graduation without a studio
  4. one studio that I drove to (Pawtucket, summer 2010, in my mother's car)
  5. months working a demanding day job (Bergdorf, ruining everything again)
  6. snow days where it was impossible to find anything
  7. days where I just plain forgot (hungover, late, stupid)
  8. days where I thought the project was finished, and had abandoned the practice
  9. sick days, heat waves
  10. bedridden angst days (I can't lie).

What a lot of complaining. So much to think about, so much desire to improve my stats. So much
trepidation about how to install this work in the show (I am not allowed to hang things from the
ceiling, the floor is CARPETED, the work looks best airborne- what to do? Hang it from the wall
in a straight line at eye level all the way around the gallery? With the rules propped up on the floor?)

I may continue working on this piece indefinitely.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

In the studio

All I do is go to my studio and lay in my bed thinking about going to the studio. 
With three weeks to go until I have to bring my show up to Maine, the stress in 
the air is palpable- I think at this point it might actually be visible to the naked eye. 

Last night, hours after I finished licking my wounds from an odd studio visit – and 
long after I first wanted to give up and go home – I made this plaster pillow. It is a 
headrest of sorts, a hard-cushion for a glass bowl. It is plaster poured into a zip-loc
bag, with a bowl placed to rest while it cured. It is idiotic and also strangely affecting 
to look at. It was worth wading through all of the brain clutter and staying 
just a little longer and a little longer to get it.

I like it so much – maybe just because my brain is tired. 

Monday, December 5, 2011

Bruce Nauman and Drake

Love this. Thanks to AFC. It reminds me of George.