So last month I wrote a novel. And in the writing of that novel I decided to turn the main character from a failed painter into a guy with a secret, successful art career as a painter and photographer. So I’m going through my hard drives for photos that would work, and in the meantime have been painting “his” paintings, which appear in the book, and I should have some done tomorrow. But currently I have some random ephemera for you; a glimpse, b/w and color, into poor Stanley’s brain; one of the b/w images here will probably get inserted into the novel at the appropriate place and then later get cut by an editor if the book sells but here it is. Also there’s the painting of the MINDCOM logo, which shows up in giant form in Stanley’s apartment one day as a “clue” and when he asks his fridge about it, discovers he painted it himself. His fridge tells him it thinks he did a very good job. It’s that kind of book. I am also working on art projects, but more of that later. Anyway:
September 11, 2013
Today was near top on the list of “worst days of my life.” I’m making art and writing anyway, because I don’t know what else to do. I’m going to start updating this thing here more in the future, because I have a lot to say, and want to say it. Here’s some images from a conceptual project about the prohibitive cost of actually mounting an exhibition in 2013, something I’m facing right now since the guy who was going to make me frames and use his glass and assemblage material is now no longer speaking to me so I have to reprint the whole show because he has the images/mats/mounting and probably won’t give them to me so I have to find frames somewhere. Fun! This is not work from that show. These actual prints are 30×40″ minimum; some are 3.5×5 feet. They’re dollar store plastic flowers bent and flatbed scanned in a dark room with the lid open.
August 10, 2013
I kind of on a whim made a bunch of photos with my head wrapped in various ribbon-like materials, and now I’m having a show of them, so I have to get eight frames and mats ready in the next six weeks, which means a lot of sanding and spray painting. Not sure why I didn’t post any of these yet, so here some are:
July 22, 2013
I’m shooting a lot currently but don’t have time to work on the images, much less post web-friendly versions here. Expect a photo dump and a bit about memory, loss, and the idea of the archive or inventory. I’m also spending a lot of time painting and if I don’t get hideous results I’ll post photos of those here too.
June 26, 2013
And I have nothing to report. Except that I have been insanely busy in unpredictable and often expensive ways, and life doesn’t look like it’s settling down any time soon or that I’ll have any work to post except some cyclist photos and maybe eventually new headwraps and stencil fun if my life can calm down for five minutes, which it cannot. And here I used to wonder what it would be like to never have any free time when all I had was free time, and it turns out it would be manageable if I knew what I were doing tonight or tomorrow or the next day etc. but I don’t.
I have also learned that I am not any good at 1) kayaking or 2) painting. I have neither the patience nor skill for painting, not to mention the huge upfront financial investment, but I’m still doing it anyway because I sort of have to (long story). I am taking expensive classes in kayaking though so chance for improvement there. I’m also trying out bicycling and swimming so we’ll see if I get hit by a car or drown or what.
And I am doing two performances in July, which is something at least.
Outside world: good news about gay marriage but sort of like somebody else’s good news because I have neither the inclination (sort of) nor ability to marry anybody.
Pictures soon? Updates soon? Your guess is as good as mine.
May 20, 2013
I just bought and subsequently immediately returned a camera bag that could carry my camera and all three lenses partly because the bag was way too big but mostly because I thought: “I don’t need or deserve this.” I’ve sold five photos since graduating from school in 2008; if I could justify it as a business expense maybe but I’m not sure I could really call myself a working artist. Even my output has nosedived since my mother’s death, hence the dearth of posts here. I’m trying to decide whether or not to raise money for a trip back to the antique mall to just photograph the shit out of the place, but that’s maybe $400 if you include gas, tolls, and two nights in a motel, and who am I going to sell these photos to?
My other options, heading to the mideast simulation in Germany this November and taking a lot of photos down the west coast during a book tour are financially out of reach even if I got the ok to do either. And my performance/site-specific piece project is a total bust since I can’t find people to help out and the cop stuff didn’t really turn out either and I feel weird about asking again.
So I’m down to the minimum of trying to do two or three photo series a year with a minimum of cost, and so far that means portraits of bicyclists , portraits of bears (the gay kind not the real kind), and this antique mall. And learning to paint. Some bicyclists coming up but this isn’t stuff I imagine anyone would be clamoring to see. Part of the problem is that I’m basically a documentary photographer but most documentary photographers work at jobs that enable them to do such, while I am a shlub in Milwaukee with a mid-range camera and no operating money. I’m not complaining, because I am spending money on other things I want to do (like swimming lessons) but I wonder how much money I should invest in something that’s gradually transforming from a professional practice into a hobby. Images soon.
May 6, 2013
So I’m busy enough having a balanced life now that I don’t just spend eight hours a day every day writing and making art, pushing me into the realm of normal people who work on a few major projects per year, both art and writing. Writing-wise I need to finish and revise a novel by the end of the year and I have some short essays I want to write about recent experiences like leather festivals, horrible contemporary art museums, bear parties, getting mistaken for a soldier, and trying to have a conversation with someone who’s really stoned (I got asked if I “partake” but I declined.)
More shots from the antique mall, which is going to be one of three major art projects this year; the other is a portrait series of a large cycling team run out of a bicycle store located in a city near Milwaukee and the final one is the cluster of performance projects.