One month ago tonight:
this photo taken by Stephanie Bonham :
Sean actually got some good documentation with his fancy camera and made a mini-documentary about it. You can watch it on vimeo. Thanks, Sean!
Gee-willickers, TIME is constant. tick-tock. Keeps on moving, just like this wind, here. (I live in the “Blackland Heights” neighborhood of East Austin, atop a hill with an almost constant breeze from the South. Across the street, just downhill a little to the South, is an elementary school. Behind us are the backyards of neighbors, some with shady trees and dense weeds, some with hard-worked garden rows, protected by solid fence. There used to be orchards here, some say… ) Anyway,
Here is our Documentation of APRIL 9th, 2011 (minus a video of a new musical instrument, which is coming soon…):
After Luke (our Participant #1 in the Social art Experiment which is “Odd Saturdays”) tinkered awhile to invent a fantastic use for glass bottles, he spent a lil time in the Studio, tidying up and doodling with the special treasures.
Chad came out for awhile and SORTED. He managed to pop open some deep pockets of time-accumulation, and then he took some scientific-ish shots of these details:
As it was already a hot day, salad with hard-boiled egg and cran-rasp. spritzers were had by all.
In the afternoon, SIGN-PAINTING was undertaken as a serious motion to advance the cause of RE-aRT. Unfortunately for Luke (or fortunately, if he’s into action-adventure scenarios), the master list of JOBS changed
after he had already begun painting. The term palimpsest was discussed. The list continued to change long after Luke had to journey forth into the rest of his day.
I enjoyed the day very much. I became re-aware of how much work there is to do, which is invigorating. And I made this picture:
(check back later for video updates)
From my 17th Summer, staying with my sister, niece and sister’s American boyfriend, Kurt, in a 2nd-floor flat across from a super-marché. We listened to a lot of G-love & Special Sauce, Beck, and (when I was alone) Sebadoh. We ate delicious home-made french fries, split-pea soup, and yogurt with spoonfuls of sugar added. We sat in windows, cleaned, talked about fasting for health, went for long city walks, did art, cut hair and took baths, and went on a vacation in the country with several of Kurt’s gregarious French business partners, all in their mid-20’s. I was a novel tag-along at 17, not quite ready to drink wine every night, delightfully shy, yet not at all timid about animating a dance floor.
I made two (kick-ass) paintings*, one serious portrait plus sketches, and a 3-D illustration/map of the apartment.
When I was working on this one, I actually had to get up out of bed to keep painting because I was seeing those flowers bounce in my eyes.
*It is the second of the two paintings. The first one is the same format, but sadder.
(cray-pas & acrylic on paper)