Christopher M. Lavery

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.

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.

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.

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.