Introduction (the art):
Come one, come all!
Welcome to the beginning of this most recent endeavor.
Here images are posted of recent and past work, projects that are up and running, and availability for local portraiture work, photography, and other services.
Again, I bid you welcome and hope that you enjoy your stay, and return for many visits to this most humble of homes.
Premise and Preoccupation (or, Introduction: The psyche):
This project is an attempt to combine all the different sides of myself. Art, practicality, love, statements- any dimension that I hold within myself.
“In order for me to get to where I’m going, I’m going to have to be a little more off kilter than usual. When you admit you are powerless, the initial fallout can be very chaotic. All previous structures are dismantled and lost as they did not serve their purpose. That leaves a period of time with no structures. With no traffic controller. With nothing keeping things where they need to be. Getting from point A to point B may detour through point E first. I have to empty it all out.”
This is now my confidant.
From 11/9/2010
“Disclaimer: I am not responsible for the verbal vomit that is about to spew forth into your eye socket. That’s your fault for reading this. By continuing to read this, you are essentially consenting to this punishment.
Are you still reading? God, shame on you. You never learn, do you? You are one of the masochist types who has to suffer at every point of the day. Just so long as you don’t try to play the role of the martyr, kudos to you! Ten points! Twenty points if you’ve accepted your stance as a masochist, rather than fighting it.
So on and so forth.
There are a lot of things to take stock of right now. Yet very little, at the same time. Makes no sense, right? Right. No really, I agree with you. (omitted). I’m crafting more, learning new things, enjoying more instinctual and primal reactions to what is around me when I am in my little corner of the world. But I have also noticed that the whole “one foot in heaven and one foot on earth” lecture I received from my numerologist is more true than ever. I float. Not in a manic way, but in a pure way- accepting the world as it is, accepting my mind as it works, and accepting the thought processes of other people without personalizing it. As much.
My mind is always working going shifting rotating spitting speaking screaming whispering howling laughing yearning pushing loving hating enjoying destroying salvaging sacrificing torturing. And it is sublime.
At alternating times, I can be completely present. There is no time travel- no memories and jumping into the future- as we often do in conversation. I am there physically and metaphysically. I am nowhere else. Then, catch me in 5, and I’m gone. Physically present. Metaphysically in another universe. I couldn’t tell you my thoughts. There is no describing the experience. It is simply a different mode of thought, like speaking and thinking in a different language. Maybe.
Abruptly that line of thought as ended. So I suppose there is no more to say on it now.
It is an interesting point I’m at in my life. A point where I believe in magic, even though I don’t. I believe in all things spiritual, but believe in none of them. I have created a distance around myself, and yet have pulled people closer to me than ever before. I believe in true love, but I don’t. I believe in art having a soul, but have yet to define what a soul is. My favorite color is red, though I find it violent and passionate. I find myself violent and passionate, yet approach things neutrally and at an arm’s length. I appreciate sunlight, but avoid it at all costs. I try to avoid aging like I would avoid the plague, but consider my soul (yet to be defined) as ageless.
And I’m having a blast being everything and nothing, light and dark, life and death.”
