Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Recent Investigations Into My Own Utopianism
In moments of dishevelment, I've developed this fantasy of where I'd rather be.
Could this place really happen? Could I make this work?
In conversation about this, it has been suggested that I ask myself 'Why
would I rather be somewhere other than where I am?' I suppose that one value of utopianism, if it is recognized, is that it helps us get an idea of what's making
us settle for daydreams.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Friday, November 23, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
O V E R C O A T
Jesse Bercowetz and Matt Bua
they raised this boat from the dead!and they do so much more awesome things! Just click on the link and look at EEEVerything!
they raised this boat from the dead!and they do so much more awesome things! Just click on the link and look at EEEVerything!
a little late night artist revisiting and discovery (part 1)
Saturday, November 17, 2007
November 16, 2007
An evening of planting seeds, chargings that which must be activated, engaging mechanisms and un-establishing funstion code. Speaking of this and that to whom and whomever, betwitching the goals and slippery seas of all the myriad have-to-bees.
photos by R.Minissi
Note of Note:
The Manafest grows in it's immediacy
soon it will overcome the urge to, itself, see
geokinetic overtones for the portal-mind, treasonably;
the children toil, though no less wild be.
photos by R.Minissi
Note of Note:
The Manafest grows in it's immediacy
soon it will overcome the urge to, itself, see
geokinetic overtones for the portal-mind, treasonably;
the children toil, though no less wild be.
Friday, November 09, 2007
this entry is a power point presentation that supplemented a conversation with my professors today concerning the art-making process I have been developing for myself.
I had been approaching the establishment of a generative system for making as a divination of chance, similar to soothsaying and the I-Ching. Such a practice places serendipity in the forefront, the mother of invention.
However, upon reflecting on past experiments I found that pure chance is not the apple of my eye, but the unforeseen fruits of combining that chance with communicative interchange with others. The potential for the spaces between everything else in the world and myself to be charged, to be activated, is where my motivations lie. It is here that the everyday is raised up from the realm of the mundane.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Variations on a Theme
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