Thursday, July 25, 2013

I am in love with Ori Patterns.

I love handmade silver ...magic paper from Plaza Art Store. 

While I fancy it silk worm spiderwebbing reminiscent, I am obliged to add meets silvery, organic fibers…in an anatomical-like weave of intricate cording and micro wiring systems that illustrate our nervous systems in our 9th grade biology classes. All this: strictly, aesthetically speaking of course. 

I am in love with ori patterns. Like, the ones inside the patterns I create by repurposing an object for its color/texture to better illustrate iconic, symbolic patterns in my own original, mixed-media, assemblage, abstractions. 

But by far, my favorite part is the chopping up of jewelry. I strip value of each medium and reassign it simultaneously as it becomes all a working part of one whole thus establishing uno.. singular figure (or in the case of a series: a collective one).  

Monday, June 24, 2013

Welcome to my white trash neighborhood?

I stopped dead in my tracks, like middle of road --when I came up on it ..thinking: wait; hang on—some shit ain't right. Wtf is wrong here. With this whole suburban 'hood matte black minivan picture here.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Mortabulous: Cost vs. Value

I have looked into the eyes of men so desperate to have experienced horrors only the rawest human circumstances can produce as they wove tales of morbid grandeur. Inherently, I was aware of their fallacies. For I have known men who have actually experienced these cruel realities, it is always in the eyes that you can tell. There is also a strong hesitation to the retelling and, more importantly, the reliving of that which haunts those who have seen the uglier sides of life. Staring into the eyes of they who can only sing stories about daydream experiences is almost like looking into the eyes of a lying child. I just let them have their day with my ear, as they are men and past the point of doglike correction. It is all very exhausting, the whole "pointing out a lie" thing. So carry on jester, weave your mortabulous tale - just remember this: I refuse to suspend belief in your honor because that pin lands in the "requires energy" territory on the map, and a lie is never worth such things. Cost vs. value.