casting about for all sorts of shit

Seriously in the last 6 weeks i feel like i have produced as many of these(application packets for jobs, residencies, and exhibitions) as i have artwork.

some of the results of my new casting project. I have been saving all the plastic packaging that comes with so called environmentally friendly lightbulbs. I don’t know why but it strikes me as funny that the plastic packages make perfect molds for casting objects. I haven’t decided yet if i am going to paint these or not, but i do know i will use them as elements for arrangements and patternmaking

i keep dinking around with the greem plastic coffee cup mass.

so i have been working on six things at once for a change, which is strangely satisfying. but i have not neglected the water bottle, I managed to fashion the cap and continue fleshing out the body.

I always think of the way i live my life and make my work as a bit of an unmitigated stream of consciousness. It is true that sometimes my stream consists of pop-culture, 80’s television, games shows, the internet and art. My stream is no less valid than people who have existential streams of consciousness. I sometimes think of it as my very own scream of consciousness. In the process of living my life and doing my work, both the paid kind and the unpaid kind, i “discover” things and ideas that i haven’t noticed before. Lately one of these things has been the way i remember things i see and record them in my memory. Often times when i make art I don’t make preliminary drawings or i sort of draw what is around me in the studio, coffee cup sleeves, water bottles and what not. All of these things end up in my output. Now while I am thinking about it I still don’t like the idea of calling artists works output, but it sort of lines up with what i do and think. I like to take in stuff, both physical and mental, and spit out something in response to it, sculpture, music, writing etc. Brooke and I were carpooling to work the other morning and she pointed out how they had painted this one particular charleston row house green. I didn’t think much of it until i found a pile of scrap wood and some old broom handles, and then it hit me I should make a 3-d sketch of the house, and so i did, and that was that.