Sunday, November 30, 2014

My far...

As my eyes opened this morning they were confronted with
 the vision of my tiny closet bursting with
a plethora of personal belongings.

Don't get me wrong...
I am thankful to have such a collection
but cannot figure out a way to contain them
behind closed doors 
(read... I have not made the time to deal with it).

Outside of my nesty-bedding
this is the first textile experience I have
every time I get my bum out of bed.
My feet are very pleased.
They'll be more pleased if my toes were painted.

My closet isn't the only "collection" space.
I've stashed a mirror that I made years ago behind
my bedroom door. I have yet to determine its final placement.

After indulging in morning coffee
I began planning my attack on
creating a painting to hide behind the barn door.

A secret spot.
At the moment I have absolutely no idea what to paint.
So I'm priming it, but not to the edges.
It will stare at me each time the door is closed
segregating space within the house I
share with two males.
(whom which I have known for a very very long time)

The door was a gift, found & purchased off
the sidewalk in front of an old building in the town I live in.

It was one of those screaming deals.

I'm guessing it's 100 years old (approx.)

My Sunday...
o I listen to this on Pandora...

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Crazy Little Winter, Keats, Summer

...O sweet Fancy! let her loose; 

Every thing is spoilt by use: 

Where's the cheek that doth not fade, 

Too much gazed at? Where's the maid 

Whose lip mature is ever new? 

Where's the eye, however blue, 

Doth not weary? Where's the face 

One would meet in every place? 

Where's the voice, however soft,

One would hear so very oft? 

At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth 

 Like to bubbles when rain pelteth..

~ the sixth stanza of Fancy by Keats ~


and this... it's not Keats...but I like it just the same...

Monday, November 17, 2014

Autumn Is So Over & Perineuronal Nets Aren't Really Green

Autumn is over
and winter is here...

and Mt. Hood is magnificent.

I recently installed art and lectured
at a quintessential Portland venue called...

Velo Cult in the Hollywood District.

It's a super hip place with super hip people
where you can get your bike repaired while
sipping on their freshly roasted coffee, or a pint of kombucha
or a beer sampler that arrives on a skateboard.

(and their stage is an old castle drawbridge door from the west hills)

I co-lectured with WSUV, PhD neuroscience student, Megan Slaker, on
perineuronal nets, memory and drugs. 

I spoke through an artist lens about how I created
my work in conjunction with her research and lecture topic.

My installation was interactive. Participants blew up
green balloons that represented neurons
and placed them in, on, through the net-like sculpture.

Megan uses the same color in a dye she injects
into her test subjects to show where
perineuronal nets exist in the brain.

The organization I worked with for this event

An incredible group of guys
sharing and teaching 
neuroscience, psychology with art.
and this plays...

Saturday, November 1, 2014

My Heater Kicks Ass Below Kate & Ben

I've made an adjustment...

from living on land...

to also living on the water...

as I learn how to sail my new home.
(celebratory beverages after a diligent sailing day)

Using my phone as a hot spot is a new thing.
This weekend I've come drastically close
to using ALL data for the month.
(today...November one)

So I drew imaginary portraits on paper towels.

And placed them in existing frames that came with the boat.

I've named them Kate & Ben.
They live by the TV I do not watch
above the heater (that kicks ass).

They took all of three minutes each to make.
They deserve some sort of generalized life story.

I'll be working on that...
as my data dwindles,
and my heater blasts another layer of clothes off my body,
and my sailboat ever so gently rocks. nice.
And this is long as the data holds out...