tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91709982714532527832024-03-14T04:51:27.331-04:00AIB - MFA Coelynn McIninchCreative mutterings translated digitally and offer up to an invisible world.Coehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170998271453252783.post-56299202614285182362009-02-26T23:49:00.002-05:002009-02-27T00:03:53.901-05:00Shooting Blind<a href="http://www.seeingwithphotography.com/swpc_home.html">http://www.seeingwithphotography.com/swpc_home.html</a><br /><br />They have no sight.<br />They make images.<br />They paint with light and wait for some one else to describe the image back to them.<br />Then they paint the image into their mind . . .with words.<br /><br />To know so completely that there is something wonderful there and to never see it or touch it.<br /><br />When faith lies in the stutter of emotion, from the voice of a stranger.<br /><br />I am still mesmerized . . .Coehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170998271453252783.post-36603892492083947772009-02-26T23:34:00.002-05:002009-02-26T23:49:18.551-05:00mental dumpInteractions with intangible technologies are altering our faith in the mind body link and weakening our hold on the physical.<br /><br />Advances in science have given us answers to many of life’s mysteries.<br />Omniscience is stagnation, an end to creativity and an end to learning.<br /><br />Expansion of the self beyond the physical body has weakened the link to the flesh that houses it.<br />Dislocation from the physical makes us all ghosts in nature and gods in the machine.<br /><br />Where do we go when the power goes out?<br /><br />When we detached our self and launched the psyche into a universe where we are in total control of all actions and appearances without age, deterioration or physical risk we tend toward hubris?<br /><br />When you are a god, why do you need religion?<br /><br />Anonymity is safety<br /><br />Is language a substitute for human interaction and sensory clues?<br /><br />Can images replace words?<br /><br />Can words replace images?<br /><br />Are words images?Coehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170998271453252783.post-43762058586639210342009-01-30T17:21:00.004-05:002009-01-30T17:35:35.597-05:00Coe's apples<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy6bSNSbkt7gQQGDw6bNbNnekzL_lpykF5QimcH5z5YbIWEXLQLYXSthQCnNziPjrHiF1Lzdvfixh54BguKE2_s-kwB4trZrer1LnxszhhSL2ZdYmDyX8Y6albAeOsDssHEN6TL1kok3E/s1600-h/180px-Kosuth_OneAndThreeChairs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy6bSNSbkt7gQQGDw6bNbNnekzL_lpykF5QimcH5z5YbIWEXLQLYXSthQCnNziPjrHiF1Lzdvfixh54BguKE2_s-kwB4trZrer1LnxszhhSL2ZdYmDyX8Y6albAeOsDssHEN6TL1kok3E/s200/180px-Kosuth_OneAndThreeChairs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297216884683811346" border="0" /></a><br />This was a mental exercise with a hint of Joseph Kosuth: ie. 3and 1 chairs.<br /><br /><br /><br />Mine was more a 4 ways apple.<br /><br /><img src="file:///Users/coe/Desktop/180px-Kosuth_OneAndThreeChairs.jpg" alt="" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKkzw17u0snq5XAUVy9BiQJ2YJcCXGVr2yhHNcksjp3Cg2u8cCnJcPDQEiXDgQB07dNWCVrbnG0OpMZBMeJQV7e3pKAWaEXWUbULJqM16pbu7zafJ3SMdtJGyPNNW_lPgnDSF29uQdXZw/s1600-h/koseuth.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKkzw17u0snq5XAUVy9BiQJ2YJcCXGVr2yhHNcksjp3Cg2u8cCnJcPDQEiXDgQB07dNWCVrbnG0OpMZBMeJQV7e3pKAWaEXWUbULJqM16pbu7zafJ3SMdtJGyPNNW_lPgnDSF29uQdXZw/s400/koseuth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297217084989375362" border="0" /></a><br /><br />1- Hyper-real / Photoshop version on the wall.<br />2- Video montage with pretty lighting and just a slight mist of glistening water droplets.<br />3- Audio of the apple being eaten.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">All 3 digitally captured/altered and rendered</span><br /><br />4- is the actual rotting remnant of the first 3 in a museum display box.<br /><br />Presentation was not the main concern here, just the idea to play with and ponder.Coehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170998271453252783.post-26491326710107780782009-01-30T17:00:00.004-05:002009-01-30T17:06:54.617-05:00Mental Architecture 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaDL1zrp7Rs7-4_zFgaj7S8vX3nkRfLzz1yiKdPHiNfgP6csqVWv4Wh1_5FqfRykzWpwOuWVGhKDK3adFrwOwL44WHJHQurPPsUcLl7fbpvIp0Okpv1KXdcd3jJs1hh6Zwid8h60DnhPA/s1600-h/castle-blog.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaDL1zrp7Rs7-4_zFgaj7S8vX3nkRfLzz1yiKdPHiNfgP6csqVWv4Wh1_5FqfRykzWpwOuWVGhKDK3adFrwOwL44WHJHQurPPsUcLl7fbpvIp0Okpv1KXdcd3jJs1hh6Zwid8h60DnhPA/s400/castle-blog.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297210652688610130" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" >Vague, symmetrical<br />like the perfect memory<br />of a perfect face<br /><br />or the easy calculations<br />of a virtual space</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">either way . . .<br />your choice</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span>Coehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170998271453252783.post-64809838186369993392009-01-30T16:56:00.002-05:002009-01-30T16:59:58.885-05:00Mental architecture<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC8O7_ev8hdJ54V3yUxaRIcPNDvYowDhTt_2bojDzhDF53sKhi-tdoqlCHosLNuNzhmFSvaZ99LQlsUZfUWmtsbSOS8lEIAkkkPrSVIXtgzZdN24O1KNPvclCdD74UtzPUQQNX9glCe5s/s1600-h/house4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC8O7_ev8hdJ54V3yUxaRIcPNDvYowDhTt_2bojDzhDF53sKhi-tdoqlCHosLNuNzhmFSvaZ99LQlsUZfUWmtsbSOS8lEIAkkkPrSVIXtgzZdN24O1KNPvclCdD74UtzPUQQNX9glCe5s/s400/house4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297209665062125954" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Implied structure.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >In cyberspace and mental space who needs walls?</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" > <span style="font-family:arial;">At least we know the floor will always be in the same place?</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTAec0YJa0Z0IIpNjWM_oQkyoS5IlZIYR-1Gzu2nc3PbAoRWrtAZNkpazD1OhB_vY8BSS9-nERFb1SYPChoc2roFBZAVRnLUX0U7Vxc6G-ZfQfJaM_PpuwFi0p94R7ZIDhNUYBjhisV8g/s1600-h/village.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTAec0YJa0Z0IIpNjWM_oQkyoS5IlZIYR-1Gzu2nc3PbAoRWrtAZNkpazD1OhB_vY8BSS9-nERFb1SYPChoc2roFBZAVRnLUX0U7Vxc6G-ZfQfJaM_PpuwFi0p94R7ZIDhNUYBjhisV8g/s320/village.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297209839323335634" border="0" /></a>Coehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170998271453252783.post-5181486695808567242009-01-30T16:46:00.005-05:002009-02-01T13:31:34.794-05:00lifeless<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVLYPIJskBAC6Ljp0j7PSQpq0xkNL0Y2StKWNSBBSu31m8gToKvsyqmwzHh8_aRueZ0MgHqwMTrZZQpeuQge0OuF9I0zPWg_tybWVA394i2a2FT7UPYjYKSXJSY1tXOeE5wOcMATP4U2o/s1600-h/lifeless.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVLYPIJskBAC6Ljp0j7PSQpq0xkNL0Y2StKWNSBBSu31m8gToKvsyqmwzHh8_aRueZ0MgHqwMTrZZQpeuQge0OuF9I0zPWg_tybWVA394i2a2FT7UPYjYKSXJSY1tXOeE5wOcMATP4U2o/s400/lifeless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297206617214669570" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:webdings;" >I can feel you but I can't touch you.</span><br /></div>Coehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170998271453252783.post-87142767649648645832009-01-30T16:07:00.006-05:002009-01-30T17:38:14.278-05:00The nothing box<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH3JDyc_YnzcA3ymTzm405W_PgBzmvVWoWkxH3WuUQzsnxGWyjXYzBzfzyDgr00vlNUXjGkBC_eoDqoEVijq_2Ymj8BcZRbNclF54F4Cjj1fawm8yYXnRVrblybty5b0Nn-fiUvcaFvwg/s1600-h/smbox.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH3JDyc_YnzcA3ymTzm405W_PgBzmvVWoWkxH3WuUQzsnxGWyjXYzBzfzyDgr00vlNUXjGkBC_eoDqoEVijq_2Ymj8BcZRbNclF54F4Cjj1fawm8yYXnRVrblybty5b0Nn-fiUvcaFvwg/s400/smbox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297201185881585362" border="0" /></a><br />This is a nothing box.<br /><br />There is nothing special about the box itself<br />It's just wood<br />Its empty . . .and not<br />There is something in it<br />You cannot see it<br />You cannot hold it<br />It has no color<br />It has no shape<br /><br />It is sound<br />the sounds of my memories<br />maybe they are familiar to you<br /><br />people react to the nothing box in the most peculiar ways<br /><br />When it chirps, they are surprised<br />When it ticks, they hold it suspiciously<br />When it sounds like water, they hold to one ear like a shell at the ocean.<br />When it purrs, they cuddle it<br /><br />There is nothing special about the box itself.<br />It is just wood.<br />It is empty . . .and notCoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170998271453252783.post-79938635122307158522009-01-30T14:31:00.004-05:002009-01-30T16:27:04.741-05:00Post residency re-cap<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmaq99fvntapKmrLwopgFWNqfOfuwTMTjgi-sLjqM0EIJP6bybe7U08yK4LV-9b08ds9Z-Nw3GnjDhZB2PR0cGWMbLU-TypnktCo8_nzVaEy9wV88bnQO5Mnc4mICSzUM28ytyu0BmmLA/s1600-h/flat+touch.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmaq99fvntapKmrLwopgFWNqfOfuwTMTjgi-sLjqM0EIJP6bybe7U08yK4LV-9b08ds9Z-Nw3GnjDhZB2PR0cGWMbLU-TypnktCo8_nzVaEy9wV88bnQO5Mnc4mICSzUM28ytyu0BmmLA/s320/flat+touch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297193585581499010" border="0" /></a>On the live-vellum -<br />the consensus is . . .<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />1) the sensual glowing screen of vellum should be made as a horizontal plane<br />2) to make it more accessible<br />3) to isolate the focus of the viewer (as they look down, the surrounding space disappears)<br />4) projecting on the same cloth it was shot on is poetic (death/re-animation/etc.) but frankly, it looks like shit.<br />5) the video is too slow now and probably needs a bit more side lighting to increase the shadows.<br />I'm working on the possibility of projecting from below and hiding the technology as much as possible.<br />Other than that . ..<br />It is still fascinating to watch.Coehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170998271453252783.post-18629499446105425962009-01-28T21:30:00.003-05:002009-01-28T21:42:29.940-05:00peacethe cold<br />the dark<br />the gentle rest of a universe in transition<br /><br />the pause in thought that occurs when you are waiting for something to happen<br />while listening for confirmation of something whispered<br />the border between existence and the abyss<br />a richness that we naively call the void<br /><br />It is the sum of all possibility<br />when all is removed and you can almost feel the hum of eternity as is slows<br />to a standstill<br />just before changing direction<br /><br />It is that solitude that gives me peaceCoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170998271453252783.post-36792847111628591522009-01-28T21:26:00.001-05:002009-01-28T21:28:59.192-05:00Quote for the Week 1/28/09"The heart of magic is illusion and without the cooperation of gullible men, there would be no magic at all"<br />-<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">still can't find the source but its in this pile somewhere!</span></span>Coehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170998271453252783.post-42359615872621042042008-10-18T20:58:00.005-04:002008-10-18T21:00:35.397-04:00BUGS!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZI0I6kH2qj_7rsbdLAoXIwV5NXTYrBnjx1yQI0pb_VgLnkiebF9AUjWyd3YxQaJngiclodQPq6GwFIn1SeUKdFZWUsZtZ4ZNtB7mK0D9xISlyphVTam-uDjOhcjf1wmSN6fcVK885g_0/s1600-h/spider.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLX90ptvinFddCSPLsH3SNQKNB5WjXoKdEG7nVF-2FyEknv5bLf2qTqEz6FxJt0rUwy4Wb-KthcJSBDMqXgDq0JV6DXGZZM9KCe62hxd5atGKUNSB11y6PLzEt-h7DwAoQVaW8ya3sLpw/s320/grasshopper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258663248660035794" border="0" /></a>Coehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170998271453252783.post-75726729404812455382008-10-18T20:56:00.001-04:002008-10-18T20:58:11.642-04:00update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim2K4M0NQkisFOnBOEeOXgBCkdhLnZq-oBn-DL0IZMobtEwakBdqlf2MQhAoez80-Ik-QY34XrB4Tc3z8K42F4CzHJyISbWkyD6aL0LCd3PVQ0lZBkFdvXX56YRnEEJ6XKyHO88IdVke4/s1600-h/mooncity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim2K4M0NQkisFOnBOEeOXgBCkdhLnZq-oBn-DL0IZMobtEwakBdqlf2MQhAoez80-Ik-QY34XrB4Tc3z8K42F4CzHJyISbWkyD6aL0LCd3PVQ0lZBkFdvXX56YRnEEJ6XKyHO88IdVke4/s320/mooncity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258662772353272338" border="0" /></a><br />Moon city<br /><br />I have a stand for this . . . .<br />It is still fighting me but I will post it once I have tamed physics . . . .Coehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170998271453252783.post-46224987049071379582008-10-18T20:47:00.004-04:002008-10-18T20:56:10.439-04:00bits<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx86pvr9_PtI_M6rMyPv-X2w9IJy8y8sCjM9uYanGuLtHvBYqeglZRffKIq82FxMjukESVpOFVlgQyiSEYuzqx1a5FFHt1GRykeCWiVh9e6qsHPMW8ez4W7OWAo_dhm_JC-K7w7Aim-5A/s1600-h/btfychair.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx86pvr9_PtI_M6rMyPv-X2w9IJy8y8sCjM9uYanGuLtHvBYqeglZRffKIq82FxMjukESVpOFVlgQyiSEYuzqx1a5FFHt1GRykeCWiVh9e6qsHPMW8ez4W7OWAo_dhm_JC-K7w7Aim-5A/s320/btfychair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258660566140066450" border="0" /></a>This chair was in the trash at a state housing facility.<br />The man who owned it died and the family didn't want to keep it.<br />It barely holds MY weight but he must have kept it for some reason.<br />It was made in the 40's.<br /><br />I like to imagine what the man looked like who owned this chair and what caused each of the marks on it's surface.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTDJP1xFAKOBht6tjKOdDuSYHOOKwfPWWQ2uwUwfm5velyEYbOqsMtv37znrH6w2nQ7gvKREDl3bH7ZXGxzUK5Bgv61jPuInaJL2_sMfyYd3e8WkHtZWIe7mntFv2IXOQEJ8uH0dMw6Ak/s1600-h/Btflyseat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTDJP1xFAKOBht6tjKOdDuSYHOOKwfPWWQ2uwUwfm5velyEYbOqsMtv37znrH6w2nQ7gvKREDl3bH7ZXGxzUK5Bgv61jPuInaJL2_sMfyYd3e8WkHtZWIe7mntFv2IXOQEJ8uH0dMw6Ak/s320/Btflyseat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258661322965654802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I covered the seat with butterflies because they remind me of an old storyteller I used to see in Harvard Square when I was young.<br />His name is Brother Blue and he is always covered in Butterflies.<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;">http://www.brotherblue.com/</span>Coehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170998271453252783.post-55870983042575563922008-09-12T21:45:00.002-04:002008-09-12T21:49:28.565-04:00My white cube<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFgUJGsLnQ7QvbJRExpZIYDzSn_JT7YAQ8iPp45vdSs6PxoHjrEwImYtBeW0_oqidTatV1ySaQ1BuifhFL6yW6rCarnN0-CwC04RGz2G02L_-nWGK6_rM1Jyh2KuJvhYfcflYnlmoXPoY/s1600-h/white+cube.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFgUJGsLnQ7QvbJRExpZIYDzSn_JT7YAQ8iPp45vdSs6PxoHjrEwImYtBeW0_oqidTatV1ySaQ1BuifhFL6yW6rCarnN0-CwC04RGz2G02L_-nWGK6_rM1Jyh2KuJvhYfcflYnlmoXPoY/s320/white+cube.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245316769111908706" border="0" /></a><br />Much easier to design an installation when you have your own portable white cube.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(That's my little helper Edna in there)</span></span>Coehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170998271453252783.post-19077680991056358112008-09-12T21:41:00.002-04:002008-09-12T21:44:46.398-04:00Ooooooooo Shiny<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD4Yr39qjJ52NoDjYcW4zhiFKsptpxh4UFgnlyXdJzspZoGWJjgywIEbkFVSY7U6Vy5UEySuhLKxor3WHR71TfeAnutYWnktP9QYOg7h0sXS1LDIxZbfY180s9OwimKCYdNR-ZWAjO4Oo/s1600-h/Mylar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD4Yr39qjJ52NoDjYcW4zhiFKsptpxh4UFgnlyXdJzspZoGWJjgywIEbkFVSY7U6Vy5UEySuhLKxor3WHR71TfeAnutYWnktP9QYOg7h0sXS1LDIxZbfY180s9OwimKCYdNR-ZWAjO4Oo/s320/Mylar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245315688333333570" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Like liquid silver ......<br /><br /></span>Coehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170998271453252783.post-53248694829707220962008-09-12T21:13:00.004-04:002008-09-12T21:41:15.618-04:00Moon houses<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXBre9LG7A1Hbx4JwNED2P7ozzN3sXbL3VlvvdsnNT0CDsANBP8OmaFCS0IYqF5Q3kskgGtNaOig94iDgkXXMvkOpzF9LnbiH2fvzm-blVqaBf3SHhISq4oocR35cfUAGUNgpBpEpFM_o/s1600-h/moon+house1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXBre9LG7A1Hbx4JwNED2P7ozzN3sXbL3VlvvdsnNT0CDsANBP8OmaFCS0IYqF5Q3kskgGtNaOig94iDgkXXMvkOpzF9LnbiH2fvzm-blVqaBf3SHhISq4oocR35cfUAGUNgpBpEpFM_o/s320/moon+house1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245314783699904578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Accidental magic is the best kind.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >It always seems to sneak up on you when you are looking for something else entirely.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >And if you are not looking at all . . . .it will pass on by without a care. . . .<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span>Coehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170998271453252783.post-78443147767638438852008-09-12T21:03:00.002-04:002008-09-12T21:13:24.011-04:00from Sticky Sublime - Beckley<span style="font-family: arial;">"To acknowledge the sublime is to admit that there is something, God or nature, that defines and transcends human culture and what it means to be human."</span><span style="font-family: arial;"></span>Coehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170998271453252783.post-76250882898177642652008-05-13T20:37:00.002-04:002008-05-13T20:59:30.778-04:00just for fun<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxHvjfZqzYn-_yKTEu4SJkNDwIOwwvqkFu6tWjKDI2S3pKNMp84wkYMoHxpwHO0RlNtZTl9ZgwVtrJ-XdHv8A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Coehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170998271453252783.post-82185191560368114382008-05-07T21:00:00.006-04:002008-05-07T21:59:14.851-04:00touch<span style="font-family: arial;">I just learned a bit of Final Cut Pro and quick time</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">This is the diffusion test w/o the vellum:<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I find this one a bit creepy . . .<br /><br /></span></span><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxUZH8VM51hWFI2mRV04kWl13UoTEynymD8tBCAm6TqZOWKR6ij8ZEHu0DYJWtRDmYsshBmohhB6SDYSK870g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;">Just hands - <span style="font-size:85%;">this was supposed to be about touch but seems to go way beyond<br />into issues of voyeurism surveillance, eroticism and sexual ambiguity . . .</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Let me know what you think. . .</span></span><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzK2_hCIfv7riCRbJ2NBQ521X4MtRuMITqtp70UcojiKfgPCKmVJKmq0Zy1otqnN5VadHSqB6jH1kg3Opu0HQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Coehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170998271453252783.post-76046605339603422522008-04-29T22:31:00.004-04:002008-04-29T22:39:22.644-04:00"The Curator" by Miller Williamsit just occurred to me . . .@10:30 pm . . .how much this poem has in common with everything that has been tumbling through my head. <br /><br />Read it first, mull it over, come back for my reasons why it draws me in.<br /><br /> <h1>The Curator </h1> <div class="author">by Miller Williams </div><br /> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">We thought it would come, we thought the Germans would come, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">were almost certain they would. I was thirty-two, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">the youngest assistant curator in the country. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">I had some good ideas in those days. </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">Well, what we did was this. We had boxes </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">precisely built to every size of canvas. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">We put the boxes in the basement and waited. </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">When word came that the Germans were coming in, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">we got each painting put in the proper box </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">and out of Leningrad in less than a week. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">They were stored somewhere in southern Russia. </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">But what we did, you see, besides the boxes </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">waiting in the basement, which was fine, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">a grand idea, you’ll agree, and it saved the art— </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">but what we did was leave the frames hanging, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">so after the war it would be a simple thing </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">to put the paintings back where they belonged. </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">Nothing will seem surprised or sad again </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">compared to those imperious, vacant frames. </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">Well, the staff stayed on to clean the rubble </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">after the daily bombardments. We didn’t dream— </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">You know it lasted nine hundred days. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">Much of the roof was lost and snow would lie </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">sometimes a foot deep on this very floor, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">but the walls stood firm and hardly a frame fell. </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">Here is the story, now, that I want to tell you. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">Early one day, a dark December morning, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">we came on three young soldiers waiting outside, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">pacing and swinging their arms against the cold. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">They told us this: in three homes far from here </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">all dreamed of one day coming to Leningrad </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">to see the Hermitage, as they supposed </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">every Soviet citizen dreamed of doing. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">Now they had been sent to defend the city, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">a turn of fortune the three could hardly believe. </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">I had to tell them there was nothing to see </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">but hundreds and hundreds of frames where the paintings had hung. </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">“Please, sir,” one of them said, “let us see them.” </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">And so we did. It didn’t seem any stranger </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">than all of us being here in the first place, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">inside such a building, strolling in snow. </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">We led them around most of the major rooms, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">what they could take the time for, wall by wall. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">Now and then we stopped and tried to tell them </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">part of what they would see if they saw the paintings. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">I told them how those colors would come together, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">described a brushstroke here, a dollop there, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">mentioned a model and why she seemed to pout </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">and why this painter got the roses wrong. </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">The next day a dozen waited for us, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">then thirty or more, gathered in twos and threes. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">Each of us took a group in a different direction: </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">Castagno, Caravaggio, Brueghel, Cezanne, Matisse, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">Orozco, Manet, da Vinci, Goya, Vermeer, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">Picasso, Uccello, your Whistler, Wood, and Gropper. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">We pointed to more details about the paintings, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">I venture to say, than if we had had them there, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">some unexpected use of line or light, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">balance or movement, facing the cluster of faces </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">the same way we’d done it every morning </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">before the war, but then we didn’t pay </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">so much attention to what we talked about. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">People could see for themselves. As a matter of fact </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">we’d sometimes said our lines as if they were learned </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">out of a book, with hardly a look at the paintings. </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">But now the guide and the listeners paid attention </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">to everything—the simple differences </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">between the first and post-impressionists, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">romantic and heroic, shade and shadow. </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">Maybe this was a way to forget the war </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">a little while. Maybe more than that. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">Whatever it was, the people continued to come. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">It came to be called The Unseen Collection. </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">Here. Here is the story I want to tell you. </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">Slowly, blind people began to come. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">A few at first then more of them every morning, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">some led and some alone, some swaying a little. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">They leaned and listened hard, they screwed their faces, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">they seemed to shift their eyes, those that had them, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">to see better what was being said. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">And a cock of the head. My God, they paid attention. </div><br /><div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">After the siege was lifted and the Germans left </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">and the roof was fixed and the paintings were in their places, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">the blind never came again. Not like before. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">This seems strange, but what I think it was, </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">they couldn’t see the paintings anymore. </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">They could still have listened, but the lectures became </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">a little matter-of-fact. What can I say? </div> <div style="text-indent: -1em; padding-left: 1em;" class="bodycopy">Confluences come when they will and they go away.</div><br /> <br /> <span style="color:#777777;"> Miller Williams, “The Curator” from <i>Adjusting to the Light.</i> Copyright © 1992 by the Curators of the University of Missouri. <a href="http://www.umsystem.edu/upress">www.umsystem.edu/upress</a>.</span>Coehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170998271453252783.post-48131726877065686822008-04-21T16:29:00.002-04:002008-04-21T16:34:20.665-04:00Here's vellum and video (not my video, just a test)<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzqAhD4H49xQj6uUX3CsDs1TbXey1i8LY24C4ZHK4YmtuAORmSvnx5nu8iSgT7zeoXASU7zhR9sfLshjgsYNQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Coehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170998271453252783.post-55010123480014648262008-04-13T13:39:00.007-04:002008-04-13T16:51:05.833-04:00tangibilityI think I have pinned down what bothers me about technology and this web thing that I'm dumping coded information into.<br /><br />It's all about the senses and empathy.<br /><ul><li>I can sun feel on my skin - but it does not <span style="font-style: italic;">touch</span> me</li><li>I can feel music in my bones - but it does not <span style="font-style: italic;">touch</span> me</li><li>I can smell a storm coming - but it does not <span style="font-style: italic;">touch</span> me ('till it rains)</li><li>I can see colors - but they don't <span style="font-style: italic;">touch</span> me</li></ul><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >(Ok . . . scientifically we can argue for radiation, vibration of particles in the air and stuff like that but I'm trying to be poetic here so don't spoil it.)</span><br /><br />I can shoot pictures with my digital camera - but the image has never touched the object (it's just a translation, not an imprint)<br /><br />I can "chat" all I want - without body language, intonation, or sight.<br /><br />There is distance there that I can't control or overcome.Direct interaction is important to me and now I find myself in a world full of distance and intangible possessions and interactions.<br />Here's few:<br /><ul><li>Diary = blog</li><li>Sketchbook = Photoshop</li><li>Photo Album = Snapfish</li><li>Slide show = Powerpoint</li><li>Books = ebook</li><li>letters = email</li><li>record = Mp3</li><li>Newspaper = MSNBC etc.<br /></li></ul><br />Crowds of people all in there own little worlds isolated - but not<br /><br />I can connect myself to the four corners of the earth <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >(funny, it being round and all) </span>and still walk and chew gum at the same time. <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >(or drive and drink a coolatta at the same time:)<br /><br /></span>I'm not so sure how I feel about this technological omnipresence thing. Suddenly my sense of self is located in all different places.<br /><br />Here's an old question: Am I my physical body or the sum of all my cognitive connections and mediated translations?<br /><br /><ul><li>Do I really <span style="font-style: italic;">need</span> to be connected to everyone and everything? -No</li><li>Does it really matter if I know everything that is going on all over the world? -No</li><li>Do I really need to know who's winning on America Idol? -No</li><li>Will the world still carry on without me if I shut my cell phone off for a day? -Yes</li></ul><br />So why do we get so disjointed when we are disconnected?<br />Maybe it's because we aren't really connected so we keep logging-in, tunning-in, and calling-in hoping for something more tangible but we sign-off, click-off and hang-up feeling unsatisfied by what was received.<br />Just blatantly mediated and translated brushes with the world.<br /><br />More laterCoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170998271453252783.post-59805241435522360492008-04-13T11:45:00.009-04:002008-04-13T16:54:49.419-04:00vague materialIn my search for tangibility I found a vellum that feels like human skin.<br />Sensual and Creepy<br /><br />So I brought it home and played with it for a bit.<br />Then I added to it a bit.<br />Then I played with it a bit more.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU2EYhHb2kzQ0BnDOn-m4cKX3INBU4ICSkubDUJxraENkxwJv1yf-lxWH-Q_fB6aHNXokYYRi7NnKKwP7cQctJAz6yl1eoEg3m3bLDKM2LHMhekaeKl7b5dUaHTrj9lrR3z9mfM_pYbDU/s1600-h/leaves3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU2EYhHb2kzQ0BnDOn-m4cKX3INBU4ICSkubDUJxraENkxwJv1yf-lxWH-Q_fB6aHNXokYYRi7NnKKwP7cQctJAz6yl1eoEg3m3bLDKM2LHMhekaeKl7b5dUaHTrj9lrR3z9mfM_pYbDU/s320/leaves3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188760410240551314" border="0" /></a>This is a vellum backing with maple leaves punched out of vellum and acetate glued to the surface.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7cmIN7h4htXPaPAXySPcTG2TkxPJoGj7vxNrI3S3BiwBfe7w9_48HjDxseUrLvjssNLTBwHqmgA-W59HyMne_eHzdBAnwL-EWTjl_4-GWFEHbRSpjRi63icKq-kmGeQ8jFNB_dXcVIkg/s1600-h/leaves2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7cmIN7h4htXPaPAXySPcTG2TkxPJoGj7vxNrI3S3BiwBfe7w9_48HjDxseUrLvjssNLTBwHqmgA-W59HyMne_eHzdBAnwL-EWTjl_4-GWFEHbRSpjRi63icKq-kmGeQ8jFNB_dXcVIkg/s320/leaves2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188760766722836898" border="0" /></a>This is what happens when it is lit from behind.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfLem90Vs5tSrbkQKZXzPwQWiRN81HjyoQizRMDM4dkk7Z6X8dHyNCneOBj8WNrm4TjnihP_0aFLENzVK_ZgGGk5WR_axFOugJgGHlBf7tNKfd9OMcqNzdZ2C6N1IiwhzsLBJzjZqhzmU/s1600-h/leaves1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfLem90Vs5tSrbkQKZXzPwQWiRN81HjyoQizRMDM4dkk7Z6X8dHyNCneOBj8WNrm4TjnihP_0aFLENzVK_ZgGGk5WR_axFOugJgGHlBf7tNKfd9OMcqNzdZ2C6N1IiwhzsLBJzjZqhzmU/s320/leaves1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188760959996365234" border="0" /></a><br />This is what happens when it is lit from behind without the stupid florescent lights that are the bane of my creative existence!<br /><br /><br /><br />I am really enjoying the translucent nature of the materials and am working on projecting video through the back.<br /><br /><br />More on that later . . .Coehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170998271453252783.post-26945759788673764662008-04-13T11:28:00.004-04:002008-04-13T11:45:13.842-04:00flashbacksSometimes you just have to play:)<br /><br />When I was about 5 years old, I lived in an old house with big cast iron radiators.<br />They would hiss and steam and leak all the time. So one day I made the logical leap that seems so simple for a small child:<br />the radiator is hot -<br />heat melts things -<br />crayons melt-<br />So . . .<br />I took an entire box of 64 Crayolas, (the kind with the built in sharpener)<br />and melted them, one by one, on my radiator, dripping and melting and mixing all the way down to the floor.<br />I thought it was it was beautiful, my father did not share my concept of artistic genius.<br /><br />In the dead of winter, he shut off the heat and handed me a bag of steel wool to scrub away my colorful experiment.<br /><br />If only I had a radiator . . . . until I find one . . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmt6HOQV-YIiV3cNjasboBFYraFca3Pbf498qISOIWOiLqKEZzH5_fXEKJneicxrH4ZO4x70jchlbptBv0lHiuisRbZ-Rz6-QNYAMcMOWG__BNqj1ECt8ywAl8uqzv2wTAaVEkFZVlVXI/s1600-h/crayons1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmt6HOQV-YIiV3cNjasboBFYraFca3Pbf498qISOIWOiLqKEZzH5_fXEKJneicxrH4ZO4x70jchlbptBv0lHiuisRbZ-Rz6-QNYAMcMOWG__BNqj1ECt8ywAl8uqzv2wTAaVEkFZVlVXI/s320/crayons1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188755896229923170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRnpxu4-Nfj-Jc-Gyj3ONSJgh8x-3C1of2Uruer-2LrqsQyZpBL6zQsOrcq1bFkmCAS5CtYxV-dScThzIPO-ZmapXRfKAFefN45aiE0miqpTh08pHtrCRai8xXE_YHLA1mXWcjL-PbSi4/s1600-h/crayons2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRnpxu4-Nfj-Jc-Gyj3ONSJgh8x-3C1of2Uruer-2LrqsQyZpBL6zQsOrcq1bFkmCAS5CtYxV-dScThzIPO-ZmapXRfKAFefN45aiE0miqpTh08pHtrCRai8xXE_YHLA1mXWcjL-PbSi4/s320/crayons2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188756196877633906" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnkNawscygk2tbmJUG4i43z-OTt4L5Edbtw4qg42ughkH_O3EcAD6v81X15DOn3rxH3rkNKoO0JWGqwNigDGMLHlRd5Bu_9RY5fjblES6OckRoV4nHh9L-xPi-jFDbqixORL5-FbEx53I/s1600-h/crayons3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnkNawscygk2tbmJUG4i43z-OTt4L5Edbtw4qg42ughkH_O3EcAD6v81X15DOn3rxH3rkNKoO0JWGqwNigDGMLHlRd5Bu_9RY5fjblES6OckRoV4nHh9L-xPi-jFDbqixORL5-FbEx53I/s320/crayons3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188756312841750914" border="0" /></a>Coehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170998271453252783.post-62138906845610084202008-04-13T10:56:00.005-04:002008-06-04T11:21:32.195-04:00Lee Walton ICA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ6niDDRZ3cbwjuOUaCAN3G4wXdunDK6law1W2vWjq-rvFZFGjFWW3Sv_1jWaBeLTrBxUgjbrJEawFY-xUeAoUEHFekvwf4I9FufwIUTgLO1l2C9aPOUWZCjwXxVAKjzK46dsHrH5yyHU/s1600-h/waltonica.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ6niDDRZ3cbwjuOUaCAN3G4wXdunDK6law1W2vWjq-rvFZFGjFWW3Sv_1jWaBeLTrBxUgjbrJEawFY-xUeAoUEHFekvwf4I9FufwIUTgLO1l2C9aPOUWZCjwXxVAKjzK46dsHrH5yyHU/s320/waltonica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188752090888898898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.leewalton.com/index.html"><span style="font-family:arial;">http://www.leewalton.com/index.html</span></a><br /><br />I happened across Lee Walton's site by accident and the world got a little smaller.<br /><br />I signed on to his mailing list and ended up joining in on one of his live performances that was staged at the ICA.<br /><br />The project:<br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">"Collaborating with the Teen Arts Council at the ICA and students from the Art Institute of Boston, a series of postcards have been made and will be available to the spectators. These postcards will be the "key" to witnessing the performances that would otherwise go unnoticed."<br /><a href="http://http://www.leewalton.com/lifetheater/05_Boston/index.html">link to the project web page</a><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">As you can see, I got card #8 and a spiffy blue sweater.<br /><br />The card reads:<br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">"Today, at precisely 2pm, a person wearing this sweater will be outside the museum looking in. She will have an orange in her pocket."<br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>Coehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01509299517004890794noreply@blogger.com1