Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
Artist statement rough draft
Artist Statement
The macrocosm is abundance in mystery. It lacks the conception of a measurable time or foundation. The explosion of expanse is overwhelming. Peerless. Exploration is barren of borders and with it delivers repetitively void. The league of vacancy is both sedative and grim. Balance is absent. The detached, freedom makes the existence for our earth more hankering. The need for the complex climate directs us to find what we survive for.
Bio
I transform spaces. Whether it is a few feet of garden or a blank gallery wall, it gives me bliss to see one location mutate into another. I am skilled in the area of composition. My most worn tool is the camera. It is the engine driven most frequently but I do not identify myself specifically as a photographer. When I design an area or spread, the photograph is essential to my exploration. Life’s sincerity is directly awakened with the natural mechanics of a photo. Real time stands still in a frame. The use of complementary materials is recently paramount to my campaign of visual communication as an additional layer. It supports me to a different level of expression. Influential artists consist, but are not limited to Laura Letinsky, Jeff Wall, Tokihiro Sato and Berndnaut Smilde.
Sunday, December 13, 2015
Repeat
Title of series: REPEAT
Materials: Projection with digital images, theater lighting gels, theater black velvet curtains, reflective paint, reflective paper.
These images are rehearsals for my January installation.
Trail of thoughts pertaining to the installation prep/artist statement prep:
Repetition is soothing for a brief time. It possesses a characteristic of comfort, security and ease, yet too much repetition is stressful, lonely and fearfully predictable. Repeating objects, patterns and order. I find the most terrifying, yet most beautiful location in this galaxy is outer space. It teaches me of perfection and mystery. I believe in earth, heaven and hell. I believe earth, heaven and hell are the same place. I believe our average American 72 years is too small for the grandness of Earth’s offerings both in beauty and purpose. I believe when we die, we will not travel to another place, but another time in this place. As for hell, I believe the strongest awareness God’s son gave of it while on earth was it’s loneliness. I can’t think of any other place more lonely than floating in the middle of timeless space tortured by the beautiful white dots that never end and in some cases, aren’t even actually there.
God created light first. Some things exist only in the light. Computer screens only exist when turned on. Light gives us a commentary of much existence. Photography originated with multiple combined scientific discoveries involving light. The sun’s light is what moves the earth, what creates time. The sun is the only large non-moving object in our galaxy. The earth submits to the sun’s commands and rotates with it to not only produce evolution on the planet but also delete the voidness of time within the space it moves. Without the sun, the galaxy would either not exist or perhaps the universe would heal itself by creating a substitute sun. Anyone who rockets themselves outside of the earth’s rotation, exists outside of this parent. Therefore, the concept of traveling through time outside of the earth’s atmosphere doesn’t seem quite so outrageous. As for heaven being a different time in the same place, perhaps we can relish in the idea of recognizing a spirit of not only God in another time here, but angels watching ourselves. That is, angels watching ourselves depending on my theology of angels (which I don’t claim one yet.) Does the practice of the concept not make you want to forget about what you’re getting your mother-in-law for Christmas and instead you just sit in your arm chair, look out the window and hope a dusty book from the bookcase falls on the floor? For believers in God, it’s recognizing his presence and his creation of all types of existences. I’d like to think when I’m older than 72, I can watch myself notice that book fall.
Materials: Projection with digital images, theater lighting gels, theater black velvet curtains, reflective paint, reflective paper.
These images are rehearsals for my January installation.
Trail of thoughts pertaining to the installation prep/artist statement prep:
Repetition is soothing for a brief time. It possesses a characteristic of comfort, security and ease, yet too much repetition is stressful, lonely and fearfully predictable. Repeating objects, patterns and order. I find the most terrifying, yet most beautiful location in this galaxy is outer space. It teaches me of perfection and mystery. I believe in earth, heaven and hell. I believe earth, heaven and hell are the same place. I believe our average American 72 years is too small for the grandness of Earth’s offerings both in beauty and purpose. I believe when we die, we will not travel to another place, but another time in this place. As for hell, I believe the strongest awareness God’s son gave of it while on earth was it’s loneliness. I can’t think of any other place more lonely than floating in the middle of timeless space tortured by the beautiful white dots that never end and in some cases, aren’t even actually there.
God created light first. Some things exist only in the light. Computer screens only exist when turned on. Light gives us a commentary of much existence. Photography originated with multiple combined scientific discoveries involving light. The sun’s light is what moves the earth, what creates time. The sun is the only large non-moving object in our galaxy. The earth submits to the sun’s commands and rotates with it to not only produce evolution on the planet but also delete the voidness of time within the space it moves. Without the sun, the galaxy would either not exist or perhaps the universe would heal itself by creating a substitute sun. Anyone who rockets themselves outside of the earth’s rotation, exists outside of this parent. Therefore, the concept of traveling through time outside of the earth’s atmosphere doesn’t seem quite so outrageous. As for heaven being a different time in the same place, perhaps we can relish in the idea of recognizing a spirit of not only God in another time here, but angels watching ourselves. That is, angels watching ourselves depending on my theology of angels (which I don’t claim one yet.) Does the practice of the concept not make you want to forget about what you’re getting your mother-in-law for Christmas and instead you just sit in your arm chair, look out the window and hope a dusty book from the bookcase falls on the floor? For believers in God, it’s recognizing his presence and his creation of all types of existences. I’d like to think when I’m older than 72, I can watch myself notice that book fall.
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Monday, October 19, 2015
Friday, September 18, 2015
Studio in progress
Start date: Sept 11th. Projected finish and move in date: September 21st.
Before photo of patio:
Friday, May 22, 2015
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