The Grid

Not so much a grid as a universal lattice of some kind, I’m thinking of these studies as looking more closely at all of the boxes we create for ourselves or involuntarily find ourselves within. An aerial photograph of any human settlement will reveal a pattern of change imposed upon the landscape. The same kinds of patterns are employed inside of our technologies, embedded in social structures and modes of thinking. We compartmentalize information, emotions, nature and reality inside of billions and billions of known quantities, but miss all of the spaces in between. I think there’s more out there, and I’m using these as a way of visually digesting this taxonomy of experience. 

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On Authenticity

I’m just gonna go ahead and thank Mr. Drumpf for pushing me over the edge of reason, beyond rational response and on into ontological free-fall. You are an unwelcome chaotic force unleashed on the world through pent-up primate rage at an increasingly complicated problem set. I remain unimpressed by your antics and determined to spite your efforts through magic. Yes, magic. If you can’t be yourself in the age of ‘alternative facts’, when can you? Thanks for giving be permission to own something I’ve concealed for years. You, sir, have galvanized hedgefolk everywhere and given every unique snowflake cause to form an ice storm against your mal-intended designs.

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Setbacks

This whole thing will likely set me back 6 months in the advancement of my work. I’m not exaggerating, I can tell you right now that I will spend the next three to four months obsessing over news coverage, raging on for days, struggling to get out of a reactive state of mind. I’m sure I’ll take every opportunity to argue and debate with friends and family, gently explain what it means to a curious six-year-old, and spend free time writing letters and calling my reps until their inboxes explode. Then, maybe around the five-month mark, I’ll find a way to level off and switch to a slow-burn, so I can ground myself somewhat before the Summer is upon us again.

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Wheel of the Year

The year is always turning, seasons changing, fortunes fluctuating with them. This year, I’ve been working on a series of stencil cuts that represent stations along this cycle, to use on ceramics, fabrics and paper. In doing so, I’ve been trying to distill down the essence of each movement in the mechanism, to get at what animates each turn. Sometimes we assume that we are more detached from natural rhythms than we are truly capable of being. If you are a gardener, you know we are subject to the whims of the same agricultural gods we’ve always been beholden to, that sun and rain bring life.

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