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A while ago I took a suitcase full of knick-knacks and threw rocks at them (with the help of some friends). We persisted until they were reduced to small pieces. (The figurines, not the friends.)
I glued them back together in new and interesting ways. Then I broke them all again.
I’m gluing them back together for the last time (maybe), so that they resemble the rocks that broke them in the first place.
Maybe I can throw these new objects at a suitcase full of rocks…
Tags: fragments, geology, hot glue, knick-knacks, repetition, rock, rocks, sculpture
I took a Sunday morning walk around Baltimore and rearranged some of the things I found. By picking up something and walking until I find something to combine it with, I make forms that are neither one thing nor the other, but somewhere in between—caught in the act of transforming. In this way I think of these as really lame clouds, down here on the ground with the rest of us. You can follow the whole walk here.
Tags: Baltimore, cloud photos, clouds, detritus, documentation, found art, installation, performance, sculpture, walking, wayfaring
But when you make your own rules, when is it ok to break them? The video above shows one phase in a project I’ve been working on for more than a year now. The rules go like this:
Break some things. Recombine them. Break them again. Recombine them again.
Stop when the pieces get too small to glue back together.
Or when I make something too beautiful to break.
But how about a third possibility? This process is boring me to tears.
When is it ok to break my own rules?
Tags: breakable, destruction, process art, reconstruction, sculpture, transformer
If I were pressed to pick my two favorite sculptures at this weekend’s Baltimore Artscape festival, I’d have to nominate the works below for their sheer awesomeness canny reference of the quotidian, as we say here in grad school.
One might mistake the latter for an ordinary tire swing, except for the painted slogan directing the viewer’s (or rider’s) attention to the movement of minds and bodies.
One might mistake the former for an ordinary circus peanut, except that it’s at least eight feet tall. If I were to lick only one sculpture for good luck this weekend, it would be this one.
Tags: Artscape, Baltimore, monster peanut, sculpture, tire swing