Wrecking Ball

25 June, 2010

Digital install

Categories: Notebook
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Time: 1:45 am

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It’s almost like actually making new work and then actually exhibiting it. Except not.

19 June, 2010

Strategies of display (2001–2006)

Categories: Notebook
Time: 12:19 pm

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If I was to be honest, I’d say that artmaking for me has been more or less stalled for over a year now. There was the teaching thing, but that’s done for the foreseeable future. Not sure quite what else to do, I’ve spent an eccentric amount of time on the elliptical machine these last few weeks, but now the elliptical machine is broken, so I guess I’ll have to actually figure out what I’m doing.

16 May, 2010

In Geneva

Categories: Art
Time: 5:48 pm

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15 May, 2010

D.N.R.

Categories: Windsor
Time: 6:00 pm

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18 April, 2010

For my own benefit

Categories: Notebook
Time: 10:23 pm

It’s really hard to keep track of the things one is working on when one is not, you know, working on them. And I can’t keep a paper sketchbook or notebook to save my life, so they’ll just have to go here.

  • Untitled (St. Barbara ? St. Peter & St. Paul ? Saint-Bertin at Saint-Omer) stained glass windows (6)
  • Untitled (A Medieval Alphabet to Illuminate) drawings (one or more)
  • Untitled (2002) two collages — done but for documentation
  • Untitled (?erenkov/Chartres) photographs? probably six
  • How Will I Know? film
  • Untitled (How will I know?) painting/sculptures
  • Color Filtration prints (offset?)
  • Untitled (Coming out of the dark) painting
  • Untitled (Die) sculpture-ish
  • Untitled (If that’s a metaphor of you and I, why is it so hard to say goodbye?) I don’t have any clear idea for this beyond the title

There’s also a curatorial/print project that’s in the later stages of being conceptualized, but which I don’t know if I’ll follow through on because thought of approaching the people I’d like to involve is too stressful to even fully consider (these are all people I know in varying capacities, mind). Whatever, I’d be producing it out of pocket, which maybe isn’t so smart anyway.

27 March, 2010

There were things I’d never do again, but then they’d always seemed right

Categories: Art, Notebook
Time: 1:03 am

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I’ve spent the last week adding tons of old work (in some cases very old work, like, from 1999, when I would have been fourteen years old work) to the “Juvenilia” section of my website. This has meant hours upon hours of Photoshopping, in part because I have a very specific style to my documentation (work is to be shown against a white wall, framed where applicable) and in part because for a lot of things I have only imperfect photos to work from (in the case of 2D work, this usually means at the very least that the photos were cropped, which doesn’t convey a sense of the piece as a physical object—that I’m faking that appearance of “objecthood” through digital manipulation is an irony not lost on me) and works have either been sold or given away or lost or destroyed or are in any case in a storage room in Ohio.

On the whole, it’s been satisfying to be able to really see these pieces again, even when they’re stupid or hackneyed or just not-very-good. And the Photoshopping process has yielded some transitional images (above) that are themselves kind of satisfying. But as things have progressed, it’s become clearer to me that for this to be anything besides a self-indulgent exercise in revisionist (exclusionist) autohagiography, I’d have to include everything (everything, at least, from high school onwards, since before that I didn’t have any real concept of what making art might mean, even though I’d always made things). And this was fine. Until I stumbled upon a usable photo of a piece that was genuinely, ineradicably, irreducibly, and irredeemably awful.

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Like this charming thing from Drawing II (Fall 1999). It was Sophomore year; I was fourteen; it could be so much worse (or I need to believe that much anyway). But do I want anyone to know that this thing existed (and I think continues, stubbornly, to exist, albeit in deep storage somewhere)? Absolutely fucking not. But the project would demand that it be included, and so I probably will.

Not by itself though. I think, when I can track down a picture of it, I’ll pair the drawing with my first, intensely regrettable stained glass window (first semester of Freshman year, Fall 1998). I can’t bear the idea of either being considered singly; they need one another’s twin poles of abject suckitude to cancel each other out.

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So there’s still revision, and they’re still cheating, but there always is, and it would be silly to pretend otherwise.

7 March, 2010

Untitled (Last Chance To Evacuate Earth Before It’s Recycled) [install]

Time: 11:04 pm

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I’m not very happy with it but I’m not very happy with much.

6 March, 2010

Business expenses

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SVA had a day trip down to Columbus today, and as a result I spent a potentially-reckless amount of money at the Wexner Center bookstore. My rationale is that, dividing my time as I do between Windsor and Winnipeg, I’m not usually presented with the opportunity to buy art books (at least in person) more than once or twice a year.

That only goes partway toward explaining why these Miranda July pillowcases seemed necessary.

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The books themselves are a bit more easily explained. I’m hoping that both Art and Artistic Research and Contemporary African Art since 1980 will be directly useful for one if not both of my courses. The Katharina Grosse book and the gargantuan Wolfgang Tillmans monograph? Well, I’m writing them off as professional expenditures on my taxes, anyway.

5 March, 2010

Go long! Go long! Right over the edge of the earth!

Categories: Notebook
Time: 12:58 am

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1 March, 2010

If I knew you once / Now I know you less

Categories: Notebook
Time: 9:44 pm

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