Monday, March 16, 2009

Today at work II


Actually, this was Saturday.


I am working on an installation of glass work by Italian artist Maria Grazia Rosin. Her work is being installed in the Forum gallery. It consists of hanging chandeliers that resemble either sea creatures or space floaty alien things. Depending on whether you're a glass half empty or half full type of person. There is also a projection and speakers assigned to specific sculptures, their soundtrack I haven't heard yet, despite the fact that that is mostly what I'm working on. It's been fun.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Blowing Tops.

Hey Ya.

Just a quick hit from the little john underground. These RCMP pictures are making their rounds as a free track has been spread along the world of the internet. Dudes know how to make your body move. Check out these posts on DISCOBELLE and the Philadelphyinz site, respectively for use of my shots with links to your next party's jam.

Philadelphyinz


Discobelle

Monday, February 9, 2009

RCMP

Some promo shots I did for a friends upcoming music project.

A few more here.












Wednesday, January 28, 2009

New Places.

Taken a small bit ago. Before I painted the floor white, before there was ice covering the ground. It was a nice ritualistic embrace of this new space, however fleeting it may be.











Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Hot Summer


From a hot summer's day of packing and relaxing.
This weekend was fucking cosmic shaking magical. I would like to thank Mitchel, Claire, Laura, and the Universe. I shot some things of sorts. Should have them processed shortly. Also discovered some film in a Holga of which I am not sure of the origins. We'll see soon. This one is still from that batch from the past year.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Mystical

Community, Non-Community, Fags, Friends, Ex-Friends, Ex-Boyfriends, Art Thesis, Art Work, Psyche, Personal, Self:

I love when things start coming together. When you have to sit down on the ground or you might pass out or shit your pants.

Participation mystique. A term derived from anthropology and the study of primitive psychology, denoting a mystical connection, or identity, between subject and object. (See also archaic, identification and projection.)

[Participation mystique] consists in the fact that the subject cannot clearly distinguish himself from the object but is bound to it by a direct relationship which amounts to partial identity. . . . Among civilized peoples it usually occurs between persons, seldom between a person and a thing. In the first case it is a transference relationship . . . . In the second case there is a similar influence on the part of the thing, or else an identification with a thing or the idea of a thing.[Definitions," CW 6, par. 781.]

[Identity] is a characteristic of the primitive mentality and the real foundation of participation mystique, which is nothing but a relic of the original non-differentiation of subject and object, and hence of the primordial unconscious state. It is also a characteristic of the mental state of early infancy, and, finally, of the unconscious of the civilized adult.[Ibid., par. 741.]

Friday, November 28, 2008

Haus

There was almost a fight at Gay Frat Haus a few nights ago.

But luckily, sharing was encouraged.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

This past year.....


My friend Kelly took this digital photograph of me recently.
I don't think I have ever seen a shot by another person, in which I've felt like I can see myself.
Call me narcissistic, or call me someone who works pretty heavily in the mode of self portraiture, but I am in this photo.
I can read the past year or so, so precisely, so clearly. It's eerie to me, but incredible to see.
I also think the person in this picture is someone who is getting farther and farther away. And, I like that.



This is what the past year has looked like.....for my liver.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Moving On.

I have a feeling there will be lots more posts coming in the near future. I am sitting in my attic/studio with only a tank top on. It's not the warmest up here. I've been jumping around in various states of undress in front of the camera. I am thinking of starting a flckereilnswcw thing. I am going to buy some matte white paint. I am going to figure out how to bleed the radiators. I am going to take my camera back and might even print today. I'm moving very forward and after this weekend, and this moment right now, I'm moving very on.

Fuck. I'll never have a space like this n SF.
Fuck.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Dad Votes

I sent all of my family the same text message inquiring as to their voting status. My father responded via this hasty, typo'd, kind of awesome e-mail (and suffice it to say, when he says dope smoking, it's a term of endearment, wink wink) :



Go 'head Dad, go 'head.