Ever get into a google loop where you start looking up people you knew a million years ago… funny but the ones you are really curious about don’t even show up in google.
Monthly Archives: April 2008
Fusilli
I visit a friend’s studio and he has created a staircase like a large fusilli pasta. It is a spiral ramp of plaster up to his loft. I see there are tons of my book page drawings layed out on the ramp. I find it difficult to climb the thing. It is so steep and smooth and I’m wearing socks and keep slipping down and scattering the pages.
Pouring Down
Just bought some video tape, don’t know what to shoot, but here is an interesting blog: Pouring Down.
Yes
This is a page from the old Collectibles project monoprinted with the day before yesterday’s drawing and reworked. Been in grant writing mode… chances slim, but still it eats time…. I had not memorable dreams.
Cathedral Eyes
I go to a cathedral to sketch the architecture and I notice a large portrait of the Virgin Mary done in a contemporary style. The background is all black and the face is abstract and colorful with eyes made from LCD display and they change colors and shape and become video, etc. I notice I’m alone in the church and overcome by an urge, I steal the Madonna off the wall and walk it back to my studio.
Airplane Salvage
I go to visit a friend in Oregon… not Portland, but the second city; something like McClintlock… Not a real place, but he has a house overlooking the river and seems to be doing very well. He says he works in Airplane Salvage. It’s a bit like the deep sea divers who search for gold, only he finds airplane crashes and salvages all the crap in people’s luggage that gets scattered around the disaster. I say to my friend’s father, “Must be a lot of drugs, right? He must be going after the drug planes that run out of fuel and ditch with tons of cocaine?”
He assures me I am mistaken… “Those planes never crash,” he says. “These are just regular planes.”
Are there really that many plane crashes? Have I been missing something? I wonder.
The house is like one huge art installation, with moving bits of welded steel sculpture and lighting effects and a stage for performance, people are playing music all about, and dancing, and I try to shoot this “set” with my video camera and the father gets very upset. Later I find the father has rented the swimming pool for a Porno shoot. I don’t think I trust the father at all. I put my camera down on what turns out to be a burlap bale of Columbian Cannabis. McClintlock is one strange town.
Up
Reach
Behind the Dream Door
We open the door to the studio building and find a man laying in a pool of blood. The whole navy ship gray stairwell is covered in splashes of molasses-like blood. At first we think he is a homeless guy who has been bludgeoned by thugs, but later I ride the elevator up to my friend’s studio. The “elevator” it consists of a series of ladder rungs that one holds onto and they wind you up like a conveyer belt. By the fourth floor, I am reeling with vertigo. I’m pretty sure that the dead guy fell off the “elevator”. This sort of thing must happen all the time.
Redream
I Found this image linked to my blog…. apparently randomly using a drawing of mine and few other things on flickr to create a “dream.” I found it interesting that it showed up while I was doing all these dream images. This is the website: drollic dreamer. I guess you type in a phrase and program searches images and smashes them into a dream image. I don’t know that I love the results, but I felt I should honor the coincidence.