Showing posts with label Eva Hesse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eva Hesse. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

This is How I Feel You: Desolating Grip and an Unselfish Concern


It starts like this.


Then I claim the work space.


Then I channel her (click me).


And him (click me).


And tint the wax.


Then layer it onto the top surface
of many layers
of plaster
and
natural pigmented,
filtered but not
bleached,
beeswax
with pine resin
(for that added touch of the curing process).


And then...
apparently slit my fingers 
while scrapping away layers 
of encaustic wax.


And it ends like this.
Three feet by four feet.

Extremely difficult to
photograph effectively.


Texture.
Layers.
Pigment.
Oxidization.


Figurative.
2D.
3D.
Painting.
Sculpture.


Psychological.
Physical.
Subjective.

Yes...

it's all that...

and...

it's so very very personal.
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Inspired by a dear friend,
this is...
an Unselfish Concern.
One foot by one foot.
Encaustic wax, 
graphite, 
plaster, 
oil sticks, 
ink 
rusted wire.
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Sweetly provocative song with a markedly unusual and oh so creative video...
because really...
life is far to short to 
play it safe in fear of what "OTHERS" may think.
o




Monday, April 28, 2014

Thesis Studio: Filth & Homesick



My studio ranks numeral uno ...


... in being a filthy ...


... mess.


Including myself.


Plan B.


As much as I

L O V E 

my studio time,

I miss my little home.


My studio-mate's thesis crying-chair.


I'm not much of a cryer
but it felt good to pretend
(and to sit still for a few minutes).


I need a nap ...
and miss my bed.

I see myself sunken into those pillows, it's almost like I'm there ... but not really.
Whatever that means.

I'm just going to stare at it for a while,

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remembering how

i  n  c  r  e  d  i  b  l  y

comfortable 

it is.


Almost ...
almost.

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so sweet ...

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Thesis Writing: Takes a While


Tangible thesis writing research.


Could spend all my time on her...

Contingent

(her story makes me extremely sad, her art makes me smile eternally)


Stress fuel.
(it could be worse)


Neurophysiology collaborates with psychology.
(that's my point)


My break room where I sit and...


...stare at this.

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I miss my studio time when writing takes over.

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Thesis writing music...
(that makes me sway)