her understructure

I enjoy the way my work evolves when others are at hand to help. I learn something new about the piece and constructing each time. my work becomes better, more ambitious when others enter in. I am grateful.

> have to tube up! next weekend.
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exhausted

all arm and hand muscles = jello-fied! will repeat tomorrow! when I return to my box within the BOX, time to do some serious clean up including courtyard. then a few mor planters for edamame, jalapeños, some berries and something else which slips my mind.

Location:Prestwick Ct,College Station,United States

i can see how this is true

"Wisdom tells me I am nothing. Love tells me I am everything. And between the two my life flows."—Nisargadatta Maharaj

put down the art tool; and do your school work

dang!

man vs moon.

from this to a flat that in just one hour

learning living presence

"every moment has the possibility of delighting us, nurturing us, supporting us--IF we are here to see it...

it is extremely common tendency to flee from what we are actually facing into our imagination, romanticizing or dramatizing our situation, justifying ourselves, or even escaping into "spirituality." Staying with our real experience of ourselves and our situation will teach us exactly what we need to know for growth...

perhAp, but one central aspect of a mature love of ourselves is caring about growth sufficiently that we do not flee from discomfort or pain of our actual condition. we must love ourselves enough not to abandon ourselves--and we abandon ourselves to the degree that we are not fully present to our own lives." --Riso/Russo, The wisdom of the enneagram.

this girl is an omnivore.

yum

of course not! (the inner dialog of a goober talkingto herself while working)

i simply wouldn't do that--make picture frames! that is like functional. OK maybe not, frames are designed to hold art. art is not functional except maybe as eye candy or an occasional brain candy, some kind of palette pleasure or interest. and let's face it, candy isn't functional. hey wait! i make art. well this girl wouldn't put it in a frame that is for sure--that's sissy art. i make non-sissified art and naturally it is not functional. but who ever said i was functional. i certainly didn't! because...

...i plan to build these like the two images above and attach and sew tire tubes to. silly.

obviously since i spent the morning sleeving rebar frames with tubes we know i am not made of ticky tacky!

 

well and i need a lot more for an installation in the Texas Biennial coming up (opening April 15/16) in Austin, (opening April ~30) Houston, and (opening?? ) in San Antonio! they are just hung without care here; but when they fill their slated room they will be terrifyingly beautiful (in a gnarly way).

hmmmm. my arms are jello-y from a bit of tool time and tubular lifting. i am out of shape. don't forget this is the inner dialog of a goober while she working (secretly taking a break due to the jello effect). oh wait, i was probably obvious and i am talking like someone fell off a turnip truck. i haven't ever seen a turnip truck and am currently avoiding looking or thinking about japan's tragedy and death count (plenty of time coming for that for a longtime to come i think...we'll each get our chance to help in someway, if we want. today is not my day for helping the people of japan...today is the time for experts)

the first one of the season

bluebonnets

i didn't expect that today (but it is march).



though the trees are leafless they are about to bust open; they get this look even recognizable at 75 mph.

Location:Navasota,United States

the Empty BOX is full!

ticky tacky

so many boxes, so many boxes.

i've always loved this song, probably as most do, and like most, i some how assume that i have bypassed the sameness, in a kind of arrogance assume i am not in a little box. and perhaps i actually am not in the standard box (arrogance?); but mostly i wish i was. well, except for the golf and i don't like martinis. since i am in houston i'll sub kayaking bayous for golf and margarita's for martinis. a degree of sameness is needed for society to function. a degree of sameness is needed so that i can simply get along and understand the complexities of the life that streams so quickly by. i do try to slow it down. perhaps the speed at which i do life, can alter my need for ticky tacky. slowing reduces the dictates of required ticky tacky. perhaps? boxes provide an illusion and some real safety. i crave difference. i crave sameness. when i go to a different city, i hope for its uniqueness but it usually looks just the same with it's super-sized eating and shopping boxes. difference can be found, but hunting is required. i need a balance of sameness and difference. i need you to be the same but different. today, again, i would like to be made of ticky tacky and be just the same, just the same. i don't want to even have the illusion that i may be slightly off or different. i want to fit into little boxes on the hillside, all just the same. damn i don't seem to fit in that box. crap. crap. crap. pretty much always wanted to...not in a way that would make me run after it; but in a kind of natural way of just fitting in...i don't really have the ticky tacky of the art world or the ticky tacky of my historical outside the loop history, or the ticky tacky of church dogma and practice...don't fit into the art world, don't fit into the history from which i come, don't fit into dogma, can't quite find the box that is my size...crap. so i sit at a meal here and there with people i like, and try to really listen, be fully present in that moment, to hear between the lines (which is where i spend most of my time), and i internally stumble when i make polite conversation back instead of asking them how is it really with their soul? and their boxes? and discovering at least a hint of the complexities of who they are instead of just mumbling in the shallow end. is this were all the regular returning to boxes in my work comes from? an attempt to fit, contain? but the work clearly shows indicates that i don't know how to work my materials into boxes all just the same. every damn one of them is different; everyone of them cannot contain it's contents; the contents spill out, push out, overflow. how can i be the age i am and not have my box just right? how come i didn't fit in my old box? i wanted to; i really tried to...crap. and then again isn't ticky tacky the stuff flies get stuck on? crap. and they are all just the same.

fear

"...it is only when we are afraid that courage comes into question. courage is amazing because it can tap in to the heart of fear, taking that frightening energy and turning it toward initiative, creativity, action and hope. when courage comes alive, imprisoning walls become frontiers of new possibilities, difficulty becomes invitation and the heart comes into a new rhythm of trust and sureness. there are secret sources of courage inside every human heart; yet courage needs awakened in us. courage is a spark that can become the flame of hope, lighting new and exciting pathways in what seemed to be dead, dark landscape." -- John O'Donahue

sidenote: the tejano music is drifting across my back BOXed porch quite early intertwining with the morning traffic and occasional seagulls call.

fresh BOX crop coming up

arugula, purple onions, poblano peppers and cherry tomatoes

the line and shape of evening

surprise. garlic!

I was turning my soil, preparing for a new planting, and low and behold I discovered garlic. I had planted a few death looking ones from my veggie frig drawer last fall. thought they were dead, dead! but nope. don't know if they are edible, but I am willing to give them a shot.

next project: uncomfortable videos

my student's current assignment is to make an uncomfortable video. OMGosh Emily succeeds at making me uncomfortable and totally grossed out!! Go Emily! Yuk!(in this case based on project parameters, yuk and gross are totally complementary).



most i am not going to post because they made me weep with sadness (which means they successfully made me uncomfortable). ok well, maybe not weep, but definitely teared up repeatedly. you'll have to visit their blogs if you need a good cry...links are located on my WASH class blog. my student's are really quite amazing.

Turn audio on for this one. OMGosh Janna! EEEeeek. Janna one the People's Choice Award: Make It Stop. These are awards chosen by her WASH peers.



Here is Sarah's, such a simple solution. Very nice, especially since I personally find peas disgusting. Did she secretly know I hate peas? I love the formal elements in this piece.

incessant thinking

my wall piece for the EMPTY BOX fund raiser Saturday, March 12 @ 7 pm. BOX 13 ArtSpace, 6700 Harrisburg Blvd (77011)

title: incessant thinking, 2011

incessant thinking

my wall piece for the EMPTY BOX fund raiser Saturday, March 12 @ 7 pm. BOX 13 ArtSpace, 6700 Harrisburg Blvd (77011)

WASHer monologues

Jeremy, my personal space.


Sarah! This video posted on her blog caused a little concerned phone call from her parental units to her. Good acting Sarah! No she isn't the drunkard or druggard type, simply acted well. But it is a parent's job to be sure.


Thank you Carlos. Thank you for making me laugh so hard; and validating that I am fulfilling my job in the way desired (working 'em like a dog and through the weekends)! You can see they have no fun with all the drudgery of the work I assign them.

Lauren! She wrote her own manifesto for this work! Well done.


Chinny


Jackie! She rolled to class and submitted her project. Roll on!