Showing posts with label r3. Show all posts
Showing posts with label r3. Show all posts

Saturday, July 06, 2013

day 27 | route of returning

but returning isn't an option. back, yes. return, no. life is nonreturnable, nonrefundable. there are simply zero redos. the route only moves in the now with a constant drifting forward no matter whether one's mind fixes at various points in the past or the future. the preference would be for mentality stabalizing 80% in the now, i'll save 10% for reflection so as to learn and not repeat and 10% projecting into the later so i can at least sketch out a rough pencil version of the future to move toward.
i've currently been reading Duhigg's The Power of Habit, Tharpe's Creative Habit and listening to Stuts and Michel's text, The Tools. They are highly interrelated yet come from entirely different paradigms. Duhigg's is a synthesis, an amalgamation, of research studies (with references) about habit, memory, etc, in conjunction with change, Tharpe's is her dance and coregraphical path and the role of habit/behavioral and mind patterns to bring her work to fruitition, and finally the tools are a therapeutic model for change now without the need to cull from and get stuck in histories. In many ways all three are saying the same things. Undergirding each process which mimic one another just labeled with a distinct language system is a processing and future setting via a practice of behavioral exercising and writing. Duhigg's text actually references studies that indicate a direct increased rate of recovery (change) for those who wrote daily--working through the mundane patterns, addressing work arounds or through of pain. the writing seems to entail not only a to do listing (agggghh small bites sized goals) but as in Stuts/Michael's text includes unpacking and almost essentially documenting ones self studies, experiments. all require work, but result in greater sense of energy. all three texts are extremely practical. everything i've read on creativity supports this same role for the written (handwritten) language. admittedly though Tharpe's procedures, her anal rigidity, work well for her practice, it is clearly aligns with her personal disposition. I concur with her procedures but will have to adapt them to my disposition which is not highly controlling or calculating in style and definitely not in terms of habit.
perhaps today's take away, which i think i would like to embrace for this year, is one William James latched onto for a one year experiment. i am a watcher and at a very base level as i watch others i long ago came to believe that change is not actually possible, that the free will we believe rarely emerges from the forces of systemic histories that propel us into our own futures. i find this core undergirding belief unproductive, true or not. it inhibits me. no, in fact, it paralyzes me into an Eeyore mind set--"oh bother." This translates into WHY BOTHER?

'"All our life," William Janes told us in the prologue, "so far as it has definite form, is but a mass of habits--practical, emotional, and intellectual--systematically organized for our weal or woe, and bearing us irresistibly toward our destiny, whatever the later may be...

...James mad a decision...he would conduct a yearlong experiment. he would spend twelve months believing that he had control over himself and his destiny, that he could become better, that he had the free will to change. There was no proof that it was true. But he would free himself to believe, all evidence to the contrary, that change was possible. "i think that yesterday was a criss in my life," he wrote in his diary. Regarding his ability to change, "I will assume for the present--until next year--that it is no illusion. My first act of free will shall be to believe in free will."  Over the next year, he practiced everyday. In his diary, he wrote as if his control over himself and his choices was never in question...Later he would famously write that the will to believe is the most important ingredient in creating belief in change. And that one of the most important methods for creating that belief was habits. Habits are what allow us to "do a thing with difficulty the first time, but soon do it more and more easily, and finally with sufficient practice, do it semi-mchanically, or with hardly any consciousness at all." Once we choose who we want to be, people grow "to the way in which that have been exercised, ..If you believe you can change--if you make it a habit--the change becomes real. This is the real power of habit: the insight that your habits are what you choose them to be. Once that choice occur--and becomes automatic--it is not only real, it starts to seem inevitable (ha so much for free will), the thing, as James wrote, that bears "us irresistibly toward our destiny, whatever the latter may be."

it may not be that simple, i wouldn't really even call it an attitude adjustment, but a test that i will run for one year, an experiment--acting on the belief (whether or not i believe) that i can change, direct my course, have free will, alter habits of mind and action. this does not negate the belief in a higher power, but falls under the concept that the best part of me that dreams, will do so in alignment with the way in which i was built. Anyhow, i will use writing to get there, to navigate, put into practice--work through the mundane unthinking daily rituals and invisible decisions of mind and body by unpacking them in real space [exercises] and through the space of the mind evidenced in writing, testing  habit cue/ritual/reward loops, believing i can alter them, making it so and writing as though i am in control of all this, that i am asserting my will into creating a specific destiny. as an experiment i will function with belief that i have purpose, that what i do matters.
pragmatically this means reviewing the three texts [studying] and putting into practice the tests, the data collection [documenting], the future casting based on what is.

Wednesday, July 03, 2013

day 24 | decleating

so funny...i am never too far along to not be able to make bad art. i've made some this month. so this morning as i walked into the studio, i just started draping a tube from the shelved egg nose blob foam plaster piece...though i don't care for the eggishness of the white part, i was very pleased with the draping.
8'h x 2'w x 4'd, rubber, foam/plaster, wooden shelf, tie wire and clips.

so i sat back and popped on to facebook posting pics and status update about the work...

"looky. looky. I made a discrete object that doesn't have to be mounted into the wall studs. it's just a shelve with standard wall anchors. 

it's a painting! hang it on the wall and go! oh yes. oh yes. snoopy foot dance atop a red doghouse."

...then i pressed post. within thirty to fifty seconds, the whole piece pulled free of the wall and crashed to the floor with the nose blob egg foam plaster monstrosity rolling to a stop at my feet. bahahaaaa. i just bragged about how i hung it. well weight wasn't the issue, instead it was a total torque job as evidenced by the way the screws and anchors pulled free...need to use the winged anchors next time. i check the other shelves and they too were starting to pull free in the same fashion from the wall...
ooops. Humpty Dumpty...the king's men did not come but all the artists in the building arrived at my door to make sure i hadn't been egged to death.

after the crashing hoop la la i check the other shelve cleats (all have weight at front = torque) ...
no artist or art object was harmed in the sudden gravity surge. i am incredibly grateful that the plaster egg did not crash onto my head/neck while i was below the piece yanking the rubber around. 

anyhow, i picked the piled mess up off the floor and just kept right on draping the tubes this morning, just more floor bound...and am pretty sure i made the rock alien from one of the original star trek episodes. i think spock mind melded with it...
one is never too far along not to still make some bad art. fortunately i can say i was just goofing around.

though i am pleased with all the work generated around the process of memory, the way it holds, releases, distorts things, i was especially pleased with the suspended ball set.

i was equally please with the feminine pieces though a tad embarrassed by them...
the evolution was nice. i loved the blue foam but it would have been too much with these pieces. lots of new ideas--shaped shelves to support tubes, smaller worker, foam, plaster, conduit,

canvas, and more. i enjoyed testing new materials.
ha and to think i started the month with conduit...




Tuesday, July 02, 2013

day 23 | often my first impulse is the correct one

then i fidget or move something. there simply is no cmd-z in real space with tubes each having their own own inclinations. pin here, clip there, move it a smidgen and the entire piece is simply different. snip here, cut there, bam different. once the clip, snip, pin, position is shifted, there is no going back. my preference for exhibition will always be toward a space i can install directly within. moving the work forever changes the bulk of it. a few works never change perceptually...ie incessant thinking and incessant thinking [again]. 
there is immense joy when my first impulse, even if uncomfortable in its connotations, is the right one and much gnashing of teeth when i tweak it into something other and past it's function. grrr. so today i road the currents of my blobby nose to my girl parts and finally to ooooh i need to cut a new tube because i lost the depth and form when tweaking with attempts to abstract a form that made me emotionally uncomfortable. so i sit here and pout a tad and will begin again in the morning. ok well not really pout because there is something inherently predictable in my process and going a step or two too far. 
admittedly even though posting process images to facebook, i don't know why, i was pretty dang uncomfortable with the initial forms that held their own. back to the girl parts discussion.
tomorrow--get to work [fidget one new tube onto right cleat shelf to replace the current blah blah one and sew up at least one more ball to suspend], write thank you letter, tidy space, organize truck, then open studios. thursday, load large tube form on the flex conduit with Patrick's help [plus one], load all art materials, clean studio, laundry, pack, pay for shop consumables....prep for friday's meander.