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Heart is Where the Home is.

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A task of the artist is to find a suitable place or locale for one's finished artwork post-completion (if completion even exists). Art can seem most at home in the artist's studio where it was made. Yet most artists make work with the intention of bringing it somewhere else to dwell, even if it's only for the length of an exhibition.
Interestingly, a descriptive word which stops artists dead in their tracks is the word “decorative.” A word can be no greater abhorred by a majority of visual artists. If a critic or peer describes your work as “decorative,” most of the time this adjective is not happily received. Curiously, artists who make work to sell in commercial galleries intend for their work to be bought by collectors, which generally means the work will end up “decorating” a wall. What a paradoxical predicament. 
Exploring this notion further, I am now led to think of the physical wall in which the art piece is installed. What else will be hanging on that wall? Will the…

Inner Realms, September 2018

Inner Realms, September 7-28 2018, Hibbleton Gallery, Fullerton, CA. Opening Reception September 7th from 6pm - 10pm
From mid-July until the opening reception on September 7th I have been putting together my third solo show, Inner Realms. This was my first solo show outside of any university affiliation and an important opportunity to highlight some of the most ambitious pieces I’ve made in the last couple of years. Additionally, it was also an opportunity to weave together diverse yet interrelated pieces into one gallery space. 
The title Inner Realms describes the internal psychological visions of my subjects expressed by means of personal dress and decor. Fashion becomes costume, gesture becomes performance, and the gaze becomes a window into a tailored psyche. American sociologist David Riesman draws a distinction between those who “passively accepted commercially provided styles and meanings, and a ‘subculture’ which actively sought a minority style … and interpreted it in accord…

Time and Productivity

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As I am getting older the concept of time is becoming a more frequent subject in my thoughts than ever before. Summer has been slow to announce it's self this year in Southern California, taking it's time to increase it's intensity incrementally, degree by subtle degree. Alas, I do feel that it is finally upon us at last... and we are in for the long and lethargic drudge through the blistering summer months. 
There is something so very nostalgic about the summertime for me. When I was a child in Canada, Australia or Connecticut summers were synonymous with holidays, freedom from school, and long lazy afternoons pleasurably spent wasting time. My, how times have changed...
I do believe it is the predicament of the creative person to feel as it there is never enough hours in the day and never enough production happening within those hours to be satisfied. Unlike the long dreamy summers of my childhood, where a day spent rearranging all the books on my bookshelf alphabetical…

Cocooning and Collaborating

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In the last several months, since the beginning of 2018, there is a word that I have been using to describe the intention of my actions in this new year. That word is "cocooning" (vb.). Just as the Hermit card describes a period of time in which gentle yet deliberate exile is necessary to accomplish a task or overcome a hurdle, I have needed to gently yet deliberately exile myself from social media and other social platforms that do not serve my creativity at this moment in time. Ironically and simultaneously, this year has been abundant in social interactions ("irl") and collaborative endeavors. 
I begun January 2018 by participating in another art-walk at Bixby Knolls in Long Beach. These events are always fun and light-hearted, as you have the freedom to curated your own little space with a sampling of your work. People from all walks of life come by and interact with you, thus some interesting and unexpected conversations can occur. 


As I discussed in my previ…

2017: That's a Wrap!

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The year 2017 is coming to a close. The end of any year often yields a rather reflective mood and general contemplative mentality. It's hard not to analysis (and judge) one's productivity during the past annum. The main importance is to feel some level of success at the achievements one's accomplished, despite any experienced pitfalls.

     In saying that, this was a difficult year. It started in West Lafayette, IN, where I was only half way through the first year of an M.F.A. program at Purdue University. As mentioned in the previous blog post, I decided right around this-time last-year that I did not want to stay in Indiana for two more years to finish my Masters at Purdue. The program itself was not the problem for me, it was more to do with a lack of connection to the Midwestern culture and a lack of sense-of-community. My work relies heavily on responding to subcultures and music scenes, and where I was living in Indiana felt too straight-laced to react to. Rather, I…

Reactions and Responses in the Age of Uncertainty

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A couple months ago, I relocated to Los Angeles, California from West Lafayette, Indiana. The move was made after completing one out of three years of a MFA program at Purdue University. There were many reasons I left Indiana before completing my degree, however the umbrella reason was simply "it wasn't the program for me." 
     Even though I had lived in Los Angeles county before I left to go to school, exactly one year prior, upon my return I found everything to be drastically different. For example, I am now living in the heart of the city versus living in a suburb on the edge. As one can imagine, the intensity of living in the city is certainly amplified. I consider myself quite a sensitive person, so I constantly feel the burden of this intensity... for better or for worse.
      My initial concerns upon my return were focused on starting work and supporting myself immediately. Thus, I took on two jobs and fell into working seven days a week. I must admit, this …