quaker oatis - - greeting the light, necklace made of poppers and silver beads

 

plans

 

beehive burner and freedom tower

Dog named oofie, sculpted from life.

lounging between two pillars of concrete

Designs for massive, massive towers.

                                   





                              
Phoenix --- Arrows through hope- back home - - working and living in the ghosttown of my childhood - -  my workspace at the Icehouse & applying to Cooper Union 2014

A view into an alleyway adjacent to a building I have always wanted to explore. I think the metal spikes would make great foundations for human nests.

My studio at the icehouse - - when the icehouse was used for evidence storage, this room contained the reporter Don Bolles car that was blown up by the mob. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don_Bolles

                                         

                                        

 Indian self mortification device I am studying for an homage to Richard Sera.

First model of the device. I am working on a 2nd model, and drawings to figure out the shape the needles will create when they enter the flesh.

 

Grid city, a product of my environment.

Running the inkpad from top to bottom over loosely hung clothe.

At this time I am photographing items from my portfolio. Most of them are unfinished. Cacti and a wind-ripped paper from a rain and ink experiment.

Last years Cooper Union Hometest at the Icehouse

I worked on the home test 2 weeks at the icehouse, I made an installation in the black freezer room, of dead cactus and a lamp made of player piano paper. In the long white freezer room I laid out my projects and made piles of cut up photos and left shredded paper from hollowing out a book and papers with faces of mimes and a fragmented manifesto. Today I'm going to clean it all up.

Based loosely off a segment from
Rhapsody on a Windy Night
by T.s. Elliot

The memory throws up high and dry
A crowd of twisted things;
A twisted branch upon the beach
Eaten smooth, and polished
As if the world gave up
The secret of its skeleton,
Stiff and white

 

In the black room I set up cactus that I collected in Tucson and brought to  Phoenix in my sisters 4runner. The room, a landscape, under the artificial light of memory, represented by the globe, made of player piano paper, almost a codex of memory, that shines light in sharp cuts to the cacti in the room, deprived of all natural light and water and neutrients, the real landscape twists and dies within us, and we pull up bits and pieces of the whole, where the light shines. Photograph Dayvid LeMmon

I found out about this experiment while leafing through a 1958 National Geographic
- radiation experiment with cobalt-60 to test gama rays on plants, cacti among them