The Installation that allowed life to go on

April 7, 2010

“exercise in connection No 1” 2010- soil, wood, twine- Tipton Street Gallery, Johnson City TN

This piece makes me want to do this bigger and better knowing what mistakes can happen again. I a might do recreate this idea for my BFA exit show.

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Day 46- Finished

March 9, 2010

Day 46 (MORE ENTERTAINING PHOTO SOON)

Breakfast: steak, eggs, sausage, bell pepper, bacon, mushroom: omelet

Lunch: peanut butter sandwich, clif bar

Dinner: pork snitchzel, bacon/cheese roasted potatoes

Liquid: 3 liters water, 2 cups green tea, 1 giant stein of dark german beer, 6 beers, 1 bottle sparkling wine

UPDATE: I have successfully put up a show in Tipton Gallery. This is finally something I am proud of in the art realm of my life. I will be getting better pictures soon, and a photo student and friend of mine took some great photos. NOW, I have to worry about finishing all the rest of the sculptures. I didn’t get that great of a critique on my wood piece and working toward finishing up the duality piece when I have time and a resolved reason to finish it. As far as the alabaster pieces…I am avoiding “Pier 1 imports” but it is not working out at the moment. For the time being, I am thinking more about site-specific sculptures and big charcoal drawings of people naked.

REFLECTION: Through this project and all whom have seen my progression know it is not only difficult to make a piece of art “good” but a piece of work that not only makes other people happy but makes the artist happy aswell.  I had my theories that all good art is derived from hitting rock bottom, but I don’t know if the art world functions that way anymore, even if I want it to. There is no longer the legend of an artist staying up all night drinking a bottle of wine, smoking all night, and then having sex with his/her models. This is still done and more than likely often, but now people just write blogs, and twitter to each other, facebook ect… seems to be little lust in art anymore now that we know everything about everybody. One rant I will save you(the reader…that right, second person perspective) is my rant that we lose elements of beauty when the elements of mystery are taken away, ie- porn/twitter/facebook/cell phones and also, ok ok I will stop.

Though, as most sculpture students, I love the process as much if not more than the product. This art project is an art project about making an art project and the toils that flow through both. I instilled the idea of working without two things I enjoyed very much, meat and ejaculation, as to see if I would find more focus. I, in fact, did find myself working in the studio more, eating quick meals and not being sucked in to TV and video satisfaction, working most of the time whether on art or other crap going on in my life. 

The idea of constantly working became more about just wanting something to do rather than the finished product. This became a big problem, which is why I questioned myself, my friends, my art, and my life and I still question these things. I quickly wondered why I was doing anything I was doing when the end goal was so ambiguous, though as if got closer to the crit date, things tighten up. I became dissatisfied with my life and the way I function in it, constantly wondering why I even made anything, while countering  that question with why would anyone not make something.  These issues seem petty, and they are, but as these two questions fermented, I sank into, what I was calling rock bottom…constanly hating what I was doing, but hating the idea even more of not doing it at all. It also didn’t help that we have had a miserable winter.

Overall:

  • distractions are necessary in moderation
  • self-flagellation does not nessisarry breed “good” art
  • in making art, ones confidence must be one ounce over self-doubt or it will never work out
  • eating peanut butter every day…not that bad
  • being a good person does not grant you good wishes, being a good person means doing it yourself
  • single white men need hobbies or they begin to hate everyone and every thing
  • we are all responsable for our happiness in any situation
  • there is ALWAYS work to be done, and no time to be bored

Now, I am getting back to work on what needs to be done and retiring from the blog making business and back to relaying my thoughts to sketchbooks, bathroom stall doors, dumpsters, and hipsters…and art students.


Day 45

March 7, 2010

Day 45

Breakfast: yogurt and cereal

Lunch: 2 clif bars, walnuts, pita with peanut butter

Dinner: Salad, with sweet potato

Liquid: 3 liters water, 1 cup green tea


Day 44

March 7, 2010

Day 44

Breakfast: yogurt and cereal with bread

Lunch: mushroom quesadilla with pico de gio

Dinner: oatmeal and eggs

Liquid: 2 liters of water


Day 43

March 7, 2010

Day 43

Breakfast: yogurt and cereal

Lunch: clif bar, sushi, peanut butter sandwich

Dinner: salad with bell peppers, pasta

Liquid: 2.5 liters water, 4 cups green tea


Day 42

March 2, 2010

Day 42

Breakfast: Yogurt and cereal

Lunch: half a chocolate bar, handful of walnuts, pretzels, peanut butter and torilla

Dinner: veggie sushi, walnuts, smoothie

Liquid: 2 cups of green tea, 2.5 liters of water, 1 glass fruit juice

UPDATE: My exhaustion is paying off. I am nearing the end of two art pieces I am hopefully to finish and be proud of in the next day or two. Everything is up in the gallery and all it needs are the last touches…hopefully. My wood piece has been improved with some green tint that I rubbed into the wood on the cut off branches then covered and melted the wax. I am aiming for more depth by giving a slight colorants. As for the other two sculptures, I hope to get them done by the week we return from Spring break- I need a break from bloody art.

Reflection: I have soon found that my bitterness toward art is brooding at a higher rate than usual. I find myself wishing I was doing something productive for the world, something that can directly impact society or better yet, our environment. Art can only promote so much change or commentary for our culture at this point in our history; or at least, I am less capable of providing a message for change.  As much as artists can try to make something that might change…say the big coal mining industry…none of them are going even look at this art, let alone the coal miners. Our art world is detached from society to the point where  it seems like a bunch of left wings kids patting each other on the back for social cometary when only people who agree with this are going to seeing the art.

As Gandhi said, “we must be the change we see in the world”.

Though, all of these things are true and as much as I want to the next John Muir, I know I will miss making something simply for myself and receiving the immediate affirmation from my audience. I have a sinking feeling that as soon as I leave the art world and find a picket line, join green peace, general save the world shit…I am going to miss the academic setting of building art, talking about art, and living art.

This is lengthy. I apologise. Simply put: becoming an art project is taxing on my wellbeing and fuels the ego I need to continue to make art, even if I don’t have a reason to make it other than joy of the process  even when the rest of the world is crashing down around me.


Day 41

March 2, 2010

Day 41

Breakfast: yogurt and cereal

Lunch: walnuts, 2 clif bars, and a peanut butter sandwich

Dinner: salad and pasta with pretzels

Liquid: 3.5 liters of water, 3 cups green tea