TIny Corners

Current drawing in process, I always seem to work in the tiniest of corners. 

Many false starts and circular meanderings

My relationship with yoga is an exercise of researching/learning, becoming inspired,investigating, digging deeper, taking risks, trusting, revising, and creating. I hope to meet many fellow authors, editors, readers, and curious people along the way. As I draft this novel of epic proportions where each posture as a word, each sequence as a sentence, and the breath as the setting.

Aurora and Tithonus

Acadia

Sentimetal Still Life

Sentimental Still Life  and Magic Carpet

Dedicated to The Rarest of Birds, The Eyebrowed Eagle

 

mistake in calculations (video)

Mistake in Calculations

iphone video, not suitable for full screen viewing

Fossil Light

Fossil Light Drawing, in process. 

Landmation in process

In-process photo still, "Landmation". Clay, paper, colored pencil, graphite.

current obsessions and source images

Matters of the Studio

Driven by concept and not beholden to a medium, over the years I have plunged into various ways of making; sculpture, installation, painting, video, photography, and drawing while reading, collecting, and writing has been my creative lifeline. I have strived for a practice that would tap into all these varied ways of making while remaining anchored in a concept that is authentic.  This quest has begotten years of failures, flops, and fizzles. I would be remiss in not acknowledging the random moments of clarity that slowly burned off the fog of self-doubt. Without a strong dedication to my studio practice, yoga, and the unpadded encouragement of Geoffry and a small creative circle I have never would have plowed through it. I am deeply thankful that the fog has lifted, for now.

I make drawings.

Dissecting Drawing:

Drawing is direct and immediate…idea, paper, pencil. With a simple gesture an image forms, atmospheric context is present, and a story begins.

The paper is a stage, a platform to tell a story and, like photographs, my drawings are stills in motion. There was a moment before and there will be a moment after. The instant I am after is the spark, the inkling that something is about to happen.

My drawings flirt with narratives inspired by speculative fiction as they drift between nowhere and somewhere on the cusp of night and day teetering on calamity or stasis while being firmly rooted in a landscape vernacular.

This conceptual betweenness is tangible in the materiality of my recent work as I mash up sculpture, drawing, photography, writing, video, and installation.

Collecting:

Ideas, notions, theories, and questions

Parallel Worlds: A journey through creation, higher dimensions, and the future of cosmos

By Michicio Kaku

Cosmic Conversations: Dialogs on the nature of the universe and the search for reality

By Stephan Martin

Endless Universe: Beyond the big bang theory-rewriting cosmic history

By Paul Steinhardt and Neil Turk

Chromophobia by David Batchelor

Drawing Now: between the lines of Contemporary Art

A collection of essays from an online peer reviewed journal hosted by Loughborough University. The editors collectively call themselves TRACEY.

On Line: Drawing Through the 20^th Century

By Cornelia Butler and Catherine de Zegher

The Martian Chronicles By Ray Bradbury

Stuff

Rocks, minerals, crystals, and anything vermillion

Images

Explosions/ implosions, fireworks, and anything from Hubble

Universe Love Tap

                                                               Yesterday the universe love tapped me.

Riding a bike in the city conjures my inner Viking. I am swift and strong on my black stallion of a cruiser, galloping through the city trenches. My raven black hair flows like Zena’s as I charge through skinny lanes dodging strollers, squirrels, potholes, and cars. Then one day (yesterday) this bold and brave warrior fell, by way of a rusty white Jeep’s driver side door. 

My brain jostled. My elbow doubled in size and evolved to purple. My front wheel became out of true.

While looking over my bodily damages I discovered a heart shaped scrape on the back of my left shoulder. After a moment of thinking about this souvenir, I realized the impact of what really happened. The Jeep driver’s door didn’t smack me off my bike and onto Lawrence Ave, the universe did. I was exactly parallel to the door the instant it was swung open. A split second sooner or later and nothing would have happened. I fell out of synchronicity with the rhythm of the world for an instant.

Was I lovingly nudged as a reminder of larger things at work like gravity, the fragility of life, my mortality? I’m surely convinced that it’s not just me searching for meaning. I have a paper-cut-out-heart-shaped scab, which clearly MEANS something and in the most ridiculous way it tells me I am supposed to DO something and act on the urge to effectuate personal change. I feel certain I was knocked on my ass for a reason, and I feel compelled to share this fact in a public way.  And I wonder if I make a habit of sharing these blips of my bubble world something meaningful will surface and maybe be learned.

I also have a scar on my right thumb in the shape of a wishbone, true fact.