Thursday, July 18, 2013

Studio Dread Zeppelin

Handcrafted frame to reflect a blurred self.

 Do not dwell in the past,
Do not dream of the future,
concentrate the mind
on the present moment.

My crown, of a few of course.

Constant reminder. 

Cluster of inspiration. 

 Old and new with a view.

Shine on their own. 

 Another's reminder to stay on track.

 Ready and waiting.

A damn good find.

A wall of many nails for many things.

My crown, of course.

 Weekly Facebook Friends art challenges.

 Tools of nonverbal forms of communication.

 Mandala for the bum.

Much loved and appreciated.

 A Hawthorne shop impulse buy.

 Blue bubble vase keeper of cords.

There's always laundry.
Since the discovery of Pandora years ago I've neglected to use the itunes library I so tenaciously built when I had my coffeehouse from 2003-2008. As I've been cleaning out my studio I've allowed it to run a muck playing a vast array of genres from AC/DC to The Violent Femmes spangled with Joni Mitchell and a little Reiki Chant or twelve. Bach and Karsh Kale and Dread Zeppelin also made their way into the mix, somewhat scattered but it all made sense.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Windows of the Mentally Ill

In the spring of 2012 I toured the Oregon State Mental Hospital
with my theory of art & psychology class.

We were told we were possibly the last public tour group
to pass through the underground tunnels and old buildings of the campus
before the new owners took over in June 2012.

I took many photos of the grounds and buildings.

I found the windows to possess a sense of entrapment
whether viewed from the outside in or from the inside out.

Most of them are from the abandon children's ward.
Although most of the furniture has been removed
there are still remnants of it's previous occupants
lying about.

I'm particularly intrigued with the views from
within the buildings, the perspective of a patient.

Below are three photos from inside the children's playroom...

The next is the children's solitary confinement...

A view from the play yard...