embodied process + consequence [art]

if I were home… but I am not! amen0

one shoe brought bedside for early morn fidgets, other shoe in undisclosed pup hidden local, rubber dogbone acquisition from unknown source, a Michael hat, and one cat plate licked clean and neatly bisected! current adventure includes two shepherds, one Michael,... Read More0

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need to design/construct back; then add side beams and seating in a manner that is easily disassembled so the chair will lay flat for transport. it's true, I am slowly learning to be more functional! port that!0

perhaps I failed to mention that my fabricated chairs built from domestic thresholds, doors, would, well, be abnormally sized. here are the front legs requiring a multiplicity of rungs in order to plant your fanny upon its throne. it took... Read More0

silence speaks its veiled secrets delve gently into her corners death does not lay there deconstructing the mechanisms of fierce hiding write unseen with safe memories decentering by the uncensoring of quiet recall pull her shunned threads gently turn toward... Read More0

she does in fact not creak and moan loudly this early but she has clearly been texting my brain communicating her need that pacing is now in order, in effect. so in this morning filled with scattered crystal orbs, I... Read More0

material line up for the to be fabricated chairs of unreasonable proportions, constructed of doors, domestic thresholds (sans a couple :) ).0

tired and weighted by her solitary time in the woods since her June 2010 construct. i gaze at her, clearly soon to pass as gravity has her way and the sky teeters with her release. grief poured out stilling itself... Read More0

the space is the same but altered I am the same but not I will look for new ways of being here ways that will move me forward not back a different kind of presence in today’s moments I will... Read More0

but seriously, i am missing my studio at i-park even the simple view looking back toward my studio windows, i miss these things… and all those crazy, bowling, hardworking, and playing artists who taught me more about the nature of... Read More0

goodbye. it was absolutely awe inspiring, healing, and just a plain dang good thing. the very thing I needed, at the precise moment i needed it. again for the briefest of moments, I second guess my directions as I broach... Read More0

The bullfrogs withhold their dialog with stretched out moments too long to count of silence. The sun is shining but as yet she to holds back her sting of warmth upon my neck and the moon’s chill has already dissipated... Read More0

i haven’t finalized/realized the title yet, but i do know what the piece is about. it is a visceral manifestation of the uncontrollable nature of grief, the way in which it is a total reaction of mind, body, and spirit.... Read More0