the art object, so what! the artifact itself simply residue of its making like the sound of a word hovering in space as it slowly dissapates after the conversation wans. my walls stand bare of artifacts and trinkification housing only... Read More0
I explore, experiment, follow my own process, listen to my inner voice, wrestle in obedience to my materials, install the residue, only to discover I speak the same language as those that came before. BUT, another one of my BIG... Read More0
walk in the guest bedroom, hmmm, quilt is turned down, pillows fluffed. odd. my dad doesn’t usually turn the linens down and leave me a mint. that’s more my lubbock friend’s style. oh. oh. apparently the Dopt did this for... Read More0