New Songs:New Words:Gravity

It depends on how I feel about the bones in my body.
I can feel your hipbones through water canal-over there.

And that can mean only one thing-lots and lots of water.

“Aqautiquious” in correction of nothing relating to it somehow, it remakes that connection of bones, “oh,… them bones-them bones-them…”; nearby.

is no special preparation, you can eat in and it is completely painless.

Just inside your hipbone is a picture of dem bones, them bones, dem dry-bones.

appear underneath that cup-
enter that tunnel of the bridge-
position your foot into the water-

…and how many days has it been.

Maine:Day 240 (The Green Book)-not about sustainability.

Very excited about the arrival of the new Vitamin 3D book from Amazon.  When I am entering into a new book there is this tentative feeling that I should look quickly first so as not to be disappointed.  At first glance the book design is pretty interesting-it is painted green on its edges and binding-it took me a bit to figure out that it was not some flip top wood box (I’m not quite sure why I thought this).  Upon opening that tentative feeling happened and I quickly flipped through it, put it down and read two other books instead, ate dinner and watched two episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm, ate ice cream, put dishes away and checked e-mails.  About ten minutes before sitting down to write this I began a slower process of investigation into this green thing and got through about 20 pages. (see image)  I then decided to procrastinate more and un-archived my dusty blog.  Here it is now, a new post.

Maine:Day 92

It’s Easter.  Ariel and I went to one of my students house, who live completely off the grid, and shot guns at art.  I think I really like this kind of critique.  It certainly makes it easier to get the point across.  Also this was the very first time that Ariel has shot a gun, I think she did well.

Maine day 73

it is day 73 in Maine.  I am alone…not really alone but Ariel is in Colorado and I have been very tired.  Teaching is fine, I feel a little bit like I am in some kind of  a bubble that has been sealed off from the rest of the world.  I miss the comforts of Boulder luxury, biking, accessibility to things and stuff, biking, warm air, biking, free television,  restaurants, biking, and accessibility to things and stuff….oh and friends.

I have had a lot of time lately to work on the public art and have pushed to make the work in a “green” manner by using recycled products, producing recyclable waste, using Leed certified companies, engineers and materials.  I’m really excited to get the project done and move on to other art-making ventures.

oh and Shepard  Fairy is dead.  I mean his work.  OBEY your death sentence.

Maine: Day 1

Arrived in Maine on Saturday around 4pm after a pleasant drive from Troy, NY.  I drove the moving truck, with Boris as the copilot and Ariel drove her car full of our junk.  Juanita Bean-Smith left us a key at her agency for our new apartment, it was hidden in a goose.  As we got into the apartment the first thing I noticed was the stale smell of cigarettes and soon realized the neighbor hacking from a smoker’s cough.  The apratment is somewhat small, a one bedroom trying to be a studio.  I have been told that it is the oldest house in Farmington.  The appliances are newish and the bathroom is sad (it also where the smoke smell is most pungent).  The bedroom is a room the divides the kitchen from the livingroom and allows the only access between the two.  The kitchen is a good size and allows enough room for a small table.  Off of the kitchen is a storage space that is unfinished with a small cabinet.  There are no closets.

Ariel and I ordered a pizza from the Farmington House of Pizza and walked a few blocks to pick it up.  I left my Orangina drink and they called to tell me later, I’ll pick it uo tommorow.  Finally we opened the bottle of wine that Casey and Andy gave us ove a year and a half ago for my birthday.  It was good!  Actually it was great and I wish I had opened it a year ago.  Both Ariel and I attempted to do a few things like set up the bed and hang some curtains but were defeated by the strange entertainment center shelf and the blinds that fell off the wall when drawn.   Wine drinking led to sleepyness and Ariel fell asleep on the weird 1980’s couch that was left here.

Spider

There is this spider that has been on my desk that for almost 3 weeks and is keeping me from doing my work. Yesterday Ariel tried to get rid of it but it just hopped around everywhere. I’ll wait for Barry the Vegan to get here tonight, he’ll get rid of it humanely
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Take Over

I think it is time that I take over my own blog for a while.  It has been quite some time since I have actually used this blog.  I wonder how many people with blogs begin writing in their blogs this way.  Anyway here goes I’m getting restarted.

A terrain best passed along with a poodle. Part 1a.0

Just returned from Dallas where I attended the College Art Association (CAA) convention. These are my candid journal notes from this experience:

Day 1:

I’m off to DIA Denver International Airport. Ariel dropped me off at the bus station and I am now on the bus. The only thing that I am looking forward to right now is seeing the Luis Jimenez Mustang. I’m really interested in the height of the piece since I am trying to figure out how high to make the piece that I am proposing to DIA in less than a month!

Currently driving by “Mustang”…much more visible from a distance than I thought…it’s 32 feet tall…I’m guessing that I won’t need to “Supersize” my piece for an extra .69 cents. I think that the estimated 42 feet that I want to make should shrink to meet material standards and costs. Anyway this is boring talk….the big horse is crazy as you can see from the links that I connected…I’m hoping that my piece will play well with Denver’s public art scene (Blue Bear, Dancing White People, and others….)

Day 1: Evening

In plane to Dallas, uneventful but nice. I have the entire row to myself. I think that there are only ten people on the plane. I’m listening to classical music from my iPod and reading Art in America from May 2007 about art education in the US. Preparing for interviews by also reading my artist statement and teaching philosophy.

Just got off the plane. Called Casey, no answer. No internet. No idea where to go or what my hotel is that Mike booked for all of us.

Rick called and told me to take some trains and busses. I’m calling a shuttle or a kayak. Rick suggested I pick up a kayak along the way since he had taken every from of transportation to get to his hotel, including the brontosaurus car from the Flintstones.

Called the shuttle. $17.00. Expensive but at least they will take me where I need to be in one vehicle.

My first mistake was to trust a cabbie driver. He drove me around to all of the concourses at Dallas/Fort Worth while screaming at someone on his cell phone and CB radio. I thought that maybe by accident I said that I wanted a tour of the airport and he was getting in a war with another driver about my request since he dropped me off at the place that he picked me up at. (45 minutes of travel time) Upon my arrival back at the beginning another driver scooped me up into his van (it felt a bit like a kidnapping). I met a woman who had been “sightseeing” around the airport as well with a very similar story as mine.

She pretty much told me her life story on the way to the hotel (after another 20 minute tour of the airport). She worked for a company that ran conventions on boating safety. God how boring and mind numbing! She was also from NYC and complained a lot.

Ok so now I am arguing with the driver over the cost of the ride….I really think this ride is worth nothing since I called the service they said 20 mins to hotel and he took close to one-hour and a half. I get the business card and decide I will call the company.

As I enter the lobby of the hotel I immediately see Vernon Minor, a former professor at CU in the Art History Department, then Lisa Becker. I avoid her and head to the right and call Casey. She never answers her phone, so I call Rick. He answers and I can’t really understand what he is saying except that they (Casey, Mike and Dave) are in an incredibly boring lecture about blah blah blah…. He says he will meet me at the hotel in a while.

I’m pretty much in an anxious mood since I have no idea where I am staying, the hotel that the conference is in is not the one I am staying at and Mike has booked out hotel clear across town! I have 11 interviews to fulfill and I need rest. My bags are heavy and I need a beer.

…..

of how they candidly recognized

When they knocked
on the door it apparently became

an excuse to leave,
following that quiescent devience,
vicious but localized,
those scientists found nothing that would make the difference

for several years.

to appear, accompanied
characterized by emotion

the face of motivation and romance takes over
hindering what we really are seeing

and if the sun sets, sunsets, and the sun is setting over her house, birds might call but mostly they wane;

especially when associated with the operas.

to multifarious occurances

can’t stand up

guaranteed to hellos swept up by tomorrow’s goodnights
and missing frantically what was there
and is now lost into parts of my mind, somehow.

seeping back out into betweens and origins.

you stood there asking me to come in
i find myself asking to come in
a change

hello.

often times here i find myself coming in with no way to let myself out

to multifarious occurrences

i wake this morning, expecting.
getting to know myself with a prodding kind of action

with a stick
with a metaphor
with an obsequious gourd

i am submissive to each beat of my heart

the first appearance is similar to the first appearance: a deception.
a diminutive talking bird is quickly shifted from below
one to another
of three cups.

i am trying to guess the location from a distance
avoiding control

this is the shell game.

and occurrences are happening where i find myself slipping
some might say it is the banana peel on the sidewalk
pealing. loud. harmonious.

some might find a banana in the parking lot
some might see a banana in a dream
some might eat a banana

Undoubtedly, you will eventually dream about bananas.