Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Afterthoughts-



While in Ohio, Molly asked us about philosophy and art and the roll the two played in our time during grad school. I don’t think that I was able to answer her question very well at that time as we traveled towards the Eddie Bower outlet store in search of possible winter attire. I guess this is an attempt at re-examining that question:
Why I make art (the non literate stream of conscious version)
I see things that stand out in my mind that make me think and remark on other ideas and concepts that sometimes seem to be unconnected and seemingly unable to communicate in a normal verbal or written form. These impulses often drive me to seek alternative ways to communicate such ideas, thoughts and musings through other means compatible with the human senses. It is a desire to communicate with others although it may seem awkward or nonsensical at times, to convey an array of possibilities and contingencies within this thing called life. I think that there are never any absolutes and all things can be considered in forming a thought. Creating art seems to be a way of attempting to reach people in a way that both attempts to subvert the spoken word but at the same time attempts to inspire conversation. Sometimes creation is simply self-serving, an impulse to follow a creative whim and see where it goes. Self-gratification at its simplest. To explore, think and to imagine.
My current fascination is with the importance of space and location and therein the way humans interact, construct and define space and location. It seems that the human animal has a combined tendency to be both a nomad and a settler. Out of these two tendencies evolve our way of relating to land, geography and space. As individuals and as people groups mature and progresses the idea of history confers importance of place, location and geography. History often is seen as a top down dissemination of what has happened and how it happened, ergo what is important to a few becomes important to the masses.
Despite this cultural norm, smaller and more personal histories are woven into the fabric of a much larger tapestry. Upon careful examination, other important stories and events become revealed and uncovered exposing the richness of this experience called life.
My interest lies in the celebration and exploration of the possibilities in story telling and art making that helps promotes the inclination to share one’s stories so that everyone can have a value and know their own histories.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

09/11/2010



Insight #437,576,495: Artist residencies at on time must have well been regarded as loony bins! I had to step outside myself and laugh as I realized what Jennida and I must have looked like as we shuffled around the bell at Oxbow Friday afternoon collecting Binaural sounds. The bell is rung 30 min before each meal as sort of a claxon for assembly-communal time. The important thing when doing any sound recording is to avoid capturing any unintended audio. This resulted in a lot of hand gesturing and non-verbal facial expressions as we directed each other’s movements and communicating our next intensions. I think we must have looked like lunatics! That’s fine- its fun AND productive. The chance to experiment, the chance to fail, the chance to succeed. Here no one looks at you funny- so don’t sweat it! In fact, enjoy it.
Later that night there was a Party and bonfire, which was a great way to end it all.
Saturday morning we had breakfast and sad some farewells packed up and hit the road. The two highlights of the trip to Ohio were stopping at Red’s Hot Dogs in Paw Paw, Michigan, and ultra stellar root beer! Homemade and served in a frosty mug…. in our car!
Later that day after some miscalculations and wrong turns we met up with our friend and Pillotone mate Belinda in Cary, Ohio as she was simultaneously traveling up RT 23 to Michigan to drop off work for a show.