I'll only come to regret all the art I didn't make.

December 9, 2014



installing work at the Guadalupe


Today was install day for our group show at the Guadalupe Cultural Arts Center. I've been trying to document my working process with photos and some writing, but sometimes things come on quickly and I will write them or do them as soon as I can - after teaching or when I get home from work - or sometimes as soon as I wake up and remember what it was that seemed like such a great idea. I've started keeping a small sketchbook next to my bed, so that when I awake from these dreams that appear to have so much weight and meaning, I can write them quickly. It seems sometimes like art should be a reflex; to make something as fast as it comes to me, and stop fooling around with all this thinking and rationalizing.


Anyway, please do come and see my new work. I'd really like it if you wanna discuss all the rationale with me.

December Exhibition

November 28, 2014





Our first exhibition as a group is coming soon. Fernando Andrade, Kim Bishop, Daniela Riojas, Luis Valderas, and I will present our latest work with the Artist Lab during the month of December.


Artist Lab: Inaugural Exhibition
Friday, December 12, 2014
6-9 p.m. Museo Guadalupe

Exploring the Outside

October 18, 2014

My time so far with Artist Lab at Guadalupe Cultural Arts Center has been thought-provoking and very new. The panel of advisors that we are working with are able to see concepts in my work and then make connections with other artists, practices, and movements, which feels like grad school maximized. This is an amazing opportunity to have experts looking at my work, giving me honest and guiding advice.


Texas wilderness area


I've since started to engage with a more experience-based type of artwork. Instead of looking inward for emotional solutions, I am trying something new and stepping outside of my normal practice.


artmaking


I'm not necessarily thinking about the end result of the work, but about the process. Perhaps I've been too aware of the nature of print, and its inherent rules for production, and this has not allowed me to fully explore the wonder of the outside world.



artmaking

Field Notes

September 16, 2014

A collection of my prints is currently on from September through October in the Waage Gallery at Minnesota State - Fergus Falls. The show is called "Field Notes" and is a series of twelve of my intaglio works that incorporate multiple plates and chine collé processes in order to establish a different story or history for each piece. Though the processes in printmaking are repeatable, I use them in such a way that the outcomes are unique. The reception is on Monday, September 22 and takes place from 2-4pm, during which time I'll be giving an artist talk and discussing my work further. I'll also give a chine collé demo to the printmaking students, which I am really looking forward to doing.


"Florida History" installed in Waage Gallery. Photo by John Cox.


If you are in the Fergus Falls area and have time to come to my artist talk, please do! If not, the show will be running through the end of October and the Waage Gallery is located on the M State Fergus Falls campus in the Fine Arts Center.



"Field Notes" installation view. Photo by John Cox.

Thinking About Sand

July 29, 2014

Taking steps into the world of what's beneath the surface of things is a little bit scary. I remember the first time in Sedimentology lab that we were assigned to identify rocks, and with no minerology or chemistry background, I sat bewildered by what I might see through the lens. I tried to make excuses as to why I could just hold a lithic arenite in my hands and know that's what it was. I'd been using my eyes for thirty years and I got pretty used to trusting them. Besides, how could I tell a feldspar from a quartz grain?



Untitled (Emptiness Is Meaningful)


My professor noticed my trepidation, perhaps because I was the only art major in the room, or perhaps because he's good at getting people to look at things. He slid a tray of soft sand under my scope and said, "Take a look at that." Over the inital embarassment of lifting my glasses away, I adjusted my eyes to the incredible magnification. Was I seeing this right? This was just some tan beach sand a second ago, but through the lens I saw brilliant pink hues, marvelous white calcite shell fragments, and what looked like pieces of glittery gems. I stared away and then back again. I'd later come to learn that sands from different places are made up of differing bits, and just by identifying the components of these sands, a well-trained geologist could trace the sand to its source. It's as unique as any person in that it is a product of it's origin. Sand can't tell you a lie. (Why that was so attractive to me is another story.)

I immediately started looking at all the things under the microscope, even the really obvious samples that were being easily identified by my lab mates. If I'd tested its hardness or streak, and confirmed that I knew what it was, I still placed it under the scope. Looking at rocks so close became an instant joy.


Florida sand beneath my feet


When I think of my contact with rocks, most of it has been in the form of it's detritus - sand. My youth in Florida had me form attachments to a sandy place, with tall pines that seemed to go hand in hand with the lithology. When I did collect rocks, they were hard-earned: digging them loose from the alleyway behind my house where I'd sometimes spy a gopher tortoise, or coming across a limestone, white and porous, like a strange visitor from another place. That "other place" was just tens of feet below me, in the form of the Ocala Formation limestone which made up part of the aquifer from which I drank. As a child, it seemed to be more fun to collect shells, and I anxiously awaited the weekend trips to the shore when we could spend hours picking up Conch fragments - a contest between my brother and I to see who could find the most complete one.

I didn't realize then that all those little shell fragments were just pieces on their way to becoming sand. Even the limestone I'd found at my grandparents house and scrawled my name with on the driveway (because it made a pretty decent white streak) was in a stage of erosion into sand. My artistic endeavors had helped it along, by smashing the soft matrix of the calcite stone against the harder concrete, turning rock into dust.
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