Pressed/Dropped/Poked
March 5, 2010Trying To Get To Specifics
March 3, 2010I begin to make something with the part of me that wants to move out (side) and around. In the end — when i stop the thing from changing by removing my will — i hope to be content with its (dis)order.
What is exposed, what is made, is eventually detached from my hopes in (dis)order to becomes itself. It is no longer a part of me, it is a part of the world. It talks for itself, saying things i could never think it would say, louder than i dreamt it might say them.
Meanwhile, i analyze what has come a part — and before — from me. I attempt to understand what i have uncovered — what is being illuminated — through re-playing and re-shaping the matters at hand. Sometimes i come to an understanding and other times i have to tear myself away from a tendency to fall off into an infinite hyper-critical abyss.
I remember a present a friend gave me for my 26th birthday. A message scribbled on a small piece of paper wrapped around a match and placed in a tiny bottle labeled “Love is a feeling like a warm black stone.” The message says: “Why are we bent on measurement? Why do we measure and how? Is yours a milimeter longer? Oh, wow.”
Reading this i am still at the beginning of forming answers to these questions. The only thing i know for sure is that the tone in which i imagine, “Is yours a milimeter longer? Oh, wow” to be read in is somewhat cavalier. How i might begin to answer this friendly and beautifully packaged birthday question is to comment that (currently) I wear a size 6 in GAP jeans, a size 4 in Banana Republic, and can squeeze myself into a pair of 28 Sevens. Very meaningful stuff.
Measurement is for fitting in. I am all for being in and out and together and apart already. How this came about, i don’t know, there’s probably some documentation around, but — things disappear — maybe I just don’t want those parts to be seen. Anyway, what’s the matter with hanging out, re-generating everything, and dieing to bring perspective to re-forming standards of measurement?
Getting Prepared
February 11, 2010Jessica Townes George Griffin couldn’t find typical landmark references. Now has changed over infiltrating tactics to use an open playing field for direct access to desired destination. Nothing heavy. Must get job done. More cocktails?! I love you(in sign language). NOTHING HEAvY.
Cole Caswell It seems as though geography was critical. Should have gone for a walk in the meadowlands…
February 4 at 11:19am
New Logo: The Sphinx
January 17, 2010
Sitting at Ozzie’s, a coffee shop on 5th ave and Garfield in Brooklyn’s Park Slope area, i came across an astrology book printed in the 70’s, but first published in 1943. Its writing described an aspect of astrology that i began to understand a few years ago, yet had found little other writing to support a way of thinking about the zodiac. Simply, it is an analogy of the cycle of the development of human life (from young to old, infant to elderly) to that of the sky’s cyclical system of rotating zodiacal signs. The western astrological cycle does not correspond to our sense of time in years with say, January being the beginning. Instead it begins at the end of March in Aries. In this way of understanding the zodiac, Aries is the beginning, the infant, the blank slate, the state of wonder of the world. Pisces (which comes right before Aries) is the end, has seen it all, tried everything and understands through experience, or from innate empathy for it encompasses what has come before.
This book at Ozzie’s, Astrological Signs – The Pulse of Life by Dane Rudhyar, illustrated a striking state of the transformation of time between Leo and Virgo. This point in the zodiac interests me as my love, partner and collaborator, Cole Caswell is a sun in the cancer-leo cusp and i am a virgo-libra. We live together on the bridge from Leo to Virgo. Here Rudhyar describes is where:
Productive activity on the basis of strict individualism and emotional self-expression presents to man a riddle. How can physical and nervous exhaustion, emotional tragedy and disillusionment be avoided? In essence this is the question which man everlastingly asks of the Sphinx; and there is a fitting tradition which says that the point of the zodiac which ends the sign Leo and begins the sign Virgo carries the symbol of the Sphinx. This mythical creature which still faces today the sands of Egypt has the body of a lion and the head of a virgin — this is indeed the meeting point of Leo and Virgo. It symbolizes the answer to the eternal query we have just stated. What is this answer?
The answer is two-fold; yet the two sides of it should be integrated and that integration, difficult in practice though simple in theory is the very secret of the Sphinx, which is two being in one. One side of the answer refers to the wear and tear produced by the impulsive and stressful type of activity and its dramatic gestures. The answer can be summed up in one word: Technique. The other side of the picture deals with a repolarization of the emotional nature itself. Technique and emotional repolarization are the two keys to the secret of the Sphinx. p.70-71
I found it fitting that the symbol of the Sphinx is one that presents us with riddles and answers to the meaning of being alive. Life, here, is composed of both animal and human parts, two perspectives Cole and I often consider in our work. As artists, Cole and I collectively rack our brains and trudge onward wondering how to avoid and cope with “physical and nervous exhaustion, emotional tragedy and disillusionment” coming up with methods for coping and staying conscious become the crossbeams that allow our learned techniques in the visual arts to build a larger and more secure and sustainable structure where we can continue to produce work under. With the head of the virgin and the body of a lion, i imagine an accurate representation, a well organized example of curiosity, emotion, and integration of what leo-virgos do in the time between each other.
REFINEMENTS Printed in Peaks Island Times
December 6, 2009First Friday Art Walk Thrives in December
December 5, 2009First Friday, December 4, 2009 was a lively swarm of artists and art supporters up and down Congress Street on a warm Portland night. It felt like the wondrous season of giving had actually begun (a horse drawn wagon was spotted jingling its way through the Old Port) and the warm air made everyone move easily in and out of all of the galleries and artist studios.
Three spots were of great cheer. Our first stop, Whitney Art Works, showed a group exhibition of their members. It was a first to see Iain Kerr‘s red, black and blue pen diagrams in person. I had been admiring them on Etsy and now could see with greater detail their moleskin paper looking cut out of his journal with a razor blade. Along with this nonchalant quality was their Tetris shaped display re-iterating the puzzling structural elements one sees as they stand there trying to figure out how he fit all of the words and marks together in such perfect sense and harmony. An impossible task with the masses surrounding and wanting to get a look, but i attemepted for a few moments.
The pencil drawings of Clint Fulkerson and small pin buttons of Patrick O’Rorke also got my attention. Simple statements in black on white backgrounds like “Ain’t No Shame in My Game” and “Don’t Thank Me, Pay Me” were being sold for “a dollar or best offer” at the gallery desk. From there, if you turned to the left you would see the entrance to the back room, then a collection of Stephen Benenson‘s small oil painted heads, and then Clint Fulkerson‘s drawings of sinew like cell structures perfectly rendered with the indent of hard pencil slightly outlined with a softer darker pencil. They had the markings of a metalsmith, someone with keen attention to detail. However, the ones I enjoyed the most were the ones with abnormalities, the pauses, a slight change in overall pattern showing that there really was a human hand at work.
We came across Stephen Beneson’s work again as many of the artists represented by the Whitney work from studio’s above SPACE Gallery and were opening their studio doors to the Art Walker’s as well. It seemed like endless floors rising above SPACE as you wove your way in and out of a very many painting, photography, and printmaking studios while trying to say “hi” to friends and make space for fellow Art Walkers trying to see it all as well. Being abel to see the work in The Artist Studios and standing in a small space with the artists themselves made returning back to the gallery scene on the streets below less attractive. How often do you get to stand in someone else’s studio, look at what they’re working on, not being pressed to say anything, but having a comfortable opportunity to do so if you wish!? We withstood the mad house and made our way into as many studios as we could, ending up spending the most time with the beautiful space and drawings of Beneson, and with the intriguing paintings of Annie Godfrey Larmon who shows with Aucosisco and writes for the Portland Phoenix.
Last but not least were the street vendors sitting and standing with their wears on the fringe of the passage between Whitney and SPACE gallery. I asked some MECA students I recognized selling drawings, copper rings, and pottery if the school promoted them doing this and they said: no one says anything, we just do it. SMCC student, Infini-tees designer, and screen printer, Tim Othy Goldkin, stood and helped people find sizes of his designs which are printed on reclaimed shirts and laid right on the sidewalk to peruse. One design displays a non descript figure grounded, but almost floating, traversing a city at night with PORTLAND in a whimsical bold font below. I love that this part of the Art Walk is growing. It gives the event a real traveling artisan feel and re-vivifies the original intent of the founders of the walk to allow the space between 5-8p on every First Friday to be one filled to the brim with what the artists of this city can offer and show us all how they make it diverse and beautiful.



















