Adhesive LED Poetry Amalgam Neon The service elevator.Remnants of things gone wrong littering the path. “Art lives everywhere.” Process is met with a smile and belly laugh. The insanity of it all is what makes it worth pondering. Weeks, two weeks, of grinding. Small details. Wire this and cut that. A saw that runs on diesel, or at least sounds that way. “I just find the idea and I make things.” What drives all this is my question, but it’s in the DNA. I can’t find any other excuse. Just the purity of acting on intuition. Do we really need any other reason? Outside the window is a Chinese/English typhoon. The mic breaks. Backup. The battery is dead, in everything. Plug and play. “So you think my Impossible Roid looks like Bacon?” “Well, derivative.” Ouch. So good. A sucker punch. I like him. Craft. Is it too overused? We have a movement now after all but his hands are dirty. In the good way, and that for me is about toil. Labor. Things that take your eye out or your finger off, and things that separate those who make from those who fake. “I have no idea what to say about that.” “So do you want me to ask you anyway?” “Oh ya, for sure.” A flicker. The connection. Popping. No heat just brilliant white Novocain. The combination is clearly more than the sum of the parts. The effort required is explained simply by finishing the piece and then unveiling. You have questions? Fine, take them after you stare at what has become. It will take you a while but this piece isn’t going anywhere anytime soon, other than overseas in another handmade capture device. How to get it where it needs to be becomes part of the experience. There is something building here. Being with these people, making these images. Evidence of artistic crime perhaps. Testimony reflected in the small square, rectangles and audio input. Testing, one..two…three. Check. Check.
An invitation to be in the moment
This morning we decided on a spontaneous trip to Baker Beach with our two-year-old son.
Our city by the bay is done with Summer. That summertime fog that we wake up to is no more.
Homeward bound after a month in the USA
One day-One Hour- One Minute- It will happen. It is inevitable. Except it already has.
Top 10 Things To Do In San Francisco
If you live in San Francisco, you know to avoid Eddy and Leavenworth Street... *stab*
Wrote this the day after the attacks in Paris but was reminded of it this morning when I read the news about the bombing in Turkey
In Search of Color