I dreamed this: Alternative Universe Burning Man #3
The Wild Heart
“I wish that albums would be wanted again because I wish people would want 12 songs and not just two. I wish that people could have the fun that we had when we would go and buy an album and lay on the floor and listen to it 50 times. And sing along with the words and just be so touched.”
Tonight I discovered that a couple of boxes of art supplies and art objects in my
studio spare bedroom art room were infested with the carcasses of many, many small larvae-type bugs. EW. I thoroughly grossed myself out picking thru to see what was salvageable. Unfortunately, a hand-felted wall hanging, a felted rock made from my friend’s dog’s fur, and possibly some wooden boxes were among the objects that were beyond repair. Bugs eat natural fibers, who knew?
This is actually not the first time I’ve had an art bug problem. Let me recount for you the times I should have learned my lesson.
1. Honey is Sweet
In the first assignment of the semester for Fiber Arts class, our professor gave us three yards of muslin and instructions to use ONE other material to create a sculpture. I cut my muslin into 5″ squares and chose honey as my supplementary material, stacking the fabric one piece at a time like a honey-muslin lasagna. It turned out pretty awesome, but then the honey dripped onto the floor and the local ant population moved in.
2. Peter Paul Reubens and The Gathering of The Beetles
Later in the Fiber Arts class, our professor took us to see the Peter Paul Reubens cartoons at the Ringling Museum and asked us to recreate an aspect of the paintings out of fiber materials. I chose Gathering of The Manna, recreating the burlap bag held by the crouching figure at the bottom. My twist, though, (and I can’t believe I did this) was to fill the bag with manure that I dug out of the New College compost pile. Ahem. Do you know what lives inside manure that has been decomposing in a compost pile? Lots and lots of beetles and creepy-crawlies.
3. Regina and the Resin
Another artist who shared my studio space was doing awesome casting work with resin and soaps, embedding things like hair and My Little Pony parts. She had a bunch of pieces curing — or so I thought — near the sink in a tupperware container, so I lifted the lid to take a peek. The objects which had not fully embedded in the resin this time were chicken hearts. Upon exposure to light and air, squirmy little white creatures (I will not say the name) that feast on rotting, non-fully embedded organic matter swarmed out. SHUDDER.
4. Frog Tonics
I did a whole series of small bottles with linocut labels. They were filled with various odd objects such as teeth, wool, hair, and well, a frog skeleton I found in the library parking lot. Let’s just say there is a reason that people bleach bones before making art out of them. Luckily, this issue was well-contained in the bottle, and the bottle is now well-interred in a landfill somewhere.
5. You’re Bringing What in Here??
In my New College senior thesis show, I used hay bales in lieu of sculpture stands to display my work. I remember Gail, my advisor with whom I had a love/hate relationship, questioning me with a frown. “You’re bringing what in here??” she asked. Three weeks later, I was battling ant colonies and beetles as I cleaned up. (Oh and yes, that is a giant horse hide shown below).
As much as I hate to admit it, Gail’s and others’ concerns about the materials I used in my art were warranted, and not just from a bug perspective although that is certainly an issue as I discovered today. I have multimedia pieces where I used wood glue to attach materials to the surface, and the glue has yellowed in an unpleasant way. I have paintings that incorporate latex rubber which is now dry and cracking. My encaustic pieces have suffered a good deal of damage over the years being moved from one house to another, and while some are reparable, others are not. And some have clouded due to sun exposure.
I don’t know that I would have done it differently, entirely. I embrace the idea that art, like life, is temporary and fleeting and prone to decay. Joseph Beuys, who is my most inspirational artist of all time, talked about how his sculptures are not fixed and finished such that “everything is in a state of change”. I’m not interested in having a legacy as an artist (so, like, the stuff doesn’t have to hold up until 2179 or anything). Part of the reason I am no longer much of a practicing artist is that I can’t bear to keep bringing things into the world and to become responsible for where they go and how they last. But, in some small way I want to acknowledge that Gail was right, and that she was not just picking on me or being mean like I thought at the time. I made that felt piece with my hands, first carding the raw wool for hours and hours and then felting it on the driveway outside the sculpture studio with a hose and a lot of Dr. Bronners soap. It had to stop existing at some point, but at the hand (mouths) of bugs? That just kind of sucks.
The History of Reading, Vol. 2
I am still alive, and still making comics!
I actually drew most of this one a year ago, but for some reason I didn’t finish it in time for the holidays. I’ve been hanging onto it until now so I can send it to Mrs. Andrews with her Christmas card. Do any of you have any special teachers you still communicate with as a grownup?
Quitting: A Comic
We drove up Boreas Pass with Seth & Holly yesterday to look at the awesome fall colors. I think we were about a week too late for the peak of aspen season but they were pretty great anyways. I love the smell (eau de rotting leaves)…
Also, I edited these photos while listening to “Songs in the Key of Life” on the record player which is probably why they look so warm & happy.
Burning Man / Secret Passage
Awkwardly Beautifully Young (gpoy)
Earlier today my friend K posted a couple of scanned photos of me from high school on Facebook. I feel like I’m just now able to come to terms with the awkward young person I was… And so I scanned a few of my own.
I used to cringe about my super androgynous phase. Truthfully, I think it’s just because it also happens to coincide with a time in my life where I wasn’t always very happy. Many of these photos represent good times, tho, especially the ones in Iceland and in Melbourne. I think I was actually a pretty cute little boigirl most of the time and I made it thru teenage and young adulthood without being sucked into the femmebeautyconsumermachine, which is kind of neat.
playa to-dos: 52 days until the man burns
meet new campmates and see their faces on google hangout and they are all so awesome
write a letter to this year’s virgins to be delivered at gate
I think anticipation and excitement are two of the best emotions. Getting excited takes effort, but it makes experience so much sweeter.
mini-comic: we’re tired
Yesterday John, Jenna, and I went on a field trip to Ft. Collins to have brunch at the Rainbow Cafe and visit the Alley Cat. At the Alley Cat we all got so, so sleepy and I was worried I would pass out in a food coma in the booth. I decided to make a little mini-comic about it in my moleskine (co-written with J & J).
Later we went to see Prometheus in Loveland (I give it a B-) and when the movie let out it was raining intensely. It turned out the highway was flooded and we ended up having to drive back to Erie on County Road 1.
All in all I realize this is not a super exciting story, but hey! We were tired! It was fun!
playa to-dos: 61 days until the man burns
research how to make pancake tutus
buy one million yards of tulle in rainbow colors
comb out my tutu dreads from last year
interrupt john learning david lowery songs to ask tutu length
order EL wire for bikes
A Personal History of Fire
“here i came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying… and every day on the balcony of the sea open fire is born and everything is blue again like morning”
— Pablo Neruda
It’s too hot.
I made 6 panels of a comic tonight but it’s too hot to finish.
Here are some things you should know about numbers…
Have you ever lost a piece of clothing you wish you could get back?
Bee Eff Eff Day
Yesterday Mer, J, and I went on a photo expedition. We also ate brunch at City O City, saw the Yves Saint Laurent show at the DAM, had snacks at Sputnik, went to the Book Emporium closing and got a million magazines for art projects for 50¢ each, shopped for plants, got a tiny stone donkey, had delicious Mexican food at some random place on far east Colfax, and chased some geese in City Park. It was a most wonderful day with my BFFs.
I was shooting with my LensBaby and am fairly excited about some of these pics. I did some of the color correcting with RadLab, which I now need to save my pennies for because it is SO awesome for LensBaby stuff. I have constant problems with underexposure with this lens and everything is always a bit too blue so processing is always time intensive. RadLab made it so much less painless. Yay!
Okay, now pics:
my chrome is shining just like an icicle
i ride around town on my lowrider bicycle <3