Tonight I'm taking you on a rambling journey of Flashbacks, Visual Connections, and Unintentional Concoctions.
Welcome to my slightly dyslexic world of Art-O-Vision.
When these Hummels came into the conservation studio, I was trying to quite smoking for the fifth time. They were coated in 30 years worth of second hand tar and nicotine.
Sometimes when you make a tough decision, the world backs you up.
This pre-Columbian artifact was broken in half. Inside are fingerprints so clear that the FBI could use them for identification.
This isn't a cold ceremonial artifact, it's a direct link to a once living person.
This is my childhood home.
They say you can never go home again.
Well, a few years ago I moved back into this house. So I can tell you from personal experience that it's much more surreal the second time around.
Every time I dig in the yard, I dig up toy guns, G. I. Joes, army men, and the tools that I borrowed from my Dad.
Yeah, I'm just now returning them to the tool shed. Sorry it took so long Dad.
When I dug up this small ceramic turtle, suddenly it was the summer of 1966. I was 4 years old, sitting in the gravel driveway with the turtle in my mouth, squashing ants with a stick.
This is one of my Dad's paintings. It was in "deep storage" for over 40 years.
When I pulled it out, I could see it hanging in our living room. I was just a tot, and I remember thinking it looked like fried eggs in outer space.
This is some of my work. A small work on paper, a lacquer panel, and a page of doodles, the kind you make while your listening to someone talk.
These were all done before I rediscovered Fried Eggs in Outer Space.
These abstract drawings were done for a show at Gray Matters. At the time, I was a senior art conservator, spending my days restoring gilded frames, chair legs, and drawer pulls.
In this project I photographed lots of buds and seeds. The photos were used as building blocks to generate the abstract shapes on top. So, those shapes would not exist without the information contained with in the photos below...
A few months later, I came across this almost direct photographic translation of one of the abstract shapes.
I spent a week at the Untitled ArtSpace in Oklahoma City producing a series of block prints that were totally non-representational.
It was all about creating PURE abstract shapes...
Yeah, apparently while I was up there in Oklahoma, I was channeling the creative spirit of the ceiling fan down here in my bedroom.
So much for purity.
Art Basel Miami! Developing Art-O-Vision.
5 days of nonstop art viewing.
On the first day, Damn I saw a lot of art! By the end of the fifth day, you have gone beyond burnout. Everything looks like art.
I highly recommend it.
Vermont Studio Center, where each month a new batch of 50 neurotic, self absorbed artists and writers are let loose on the small northern town of Johnson Vermont.
I drew, painted, sculpted, photographed, shot videos, blogged, and talked Art Art Art 24/7.
It was very unnatural...
...Unlike making art in my studio at home.
All the distractions are actually part of the creative process. They allow ideas time to gel and ferment.
SculptCAD Rapid Artists. I was 1 of 14 artists that spent 3 months learning how to create sculptures on a computer...
The top row are the actual sculptures I created using the program. They're plastic resin sprayed with black velvet, so they are soft to the touch.
But I really like how the photos below have squashed the sculptures back into a 2D space.
This being my newest work, I really don't know what the epiphanies are yet. But with my niece graduating high school and my nephew graduating college, I assume they are about liver spots.
Well, there you go. To much info, to little time, but a lot of fun to do.
All of the Pecha Kucha Dallas events have been held at small venues, Sons of Hermann being the biggest so far. The 150 seats at the last PKN Dallas, held at the Dallas Center for Architecture was sold out in just under 2 days. The small size of the audience makes each event feel like you are sharing something special with a bunch of friends. Of corse the small sized also means that a bunch of your friends have and will miss out on the event.