Ancient Language: The Excruciating Intimacy of Being Alive
I do a lot of things with life. All the so many many things. Just finished teaching my first art class, printmaking for 9-11 yr olds. Those guys were bananas. Got some cool art out of the deal though. I'm designing these cabin kits for a non-profit my aunt is starting up in Lake County that will help people that got burned out by the terrible forest fires during the drought get housing back on their properties. Check out website. I'm processing the last batch of the trees, the surrogate/simulacra/ersatz human bodies. Their writhing, twisting, straining to be upright, their reach towards the light, their connection between the earth and the sky. I take these forms that are already obfuscated metaphors for my own struggles and I rinse them through my abstract/mixed media/organitecture/stylistic filter, the origami/loopy square dialectic that started back in Oakland with T he Breaking Spaces Series , passages that reference ...