casting about for all sorts of shit

here are numbers 7, 8 , and 9 of an edition of 10 works on paper i recently completed. Each piece consists of a series of archival inkjet prints on paper, and includes a laser inscribed cd and each piece is signed and numbered, and in case the collectors don't want the pieces each comes with a self addressed stamped envelope to facilitate a smooth first right of refusal.

Seriously in the last 6 weeks i feel like i have produced as many of these(application packets for jobs, residencies, and exhibitions) as i have artwork.

some of the results of my new casting project. I have been saving all the plastic packaging that comes with so called environmentally friendly lightbulbs. I don't know why but it strikes me as funny that the plastic packages make perfect molds for casting objects. I haven't decided yet if i am going to paint these or not, but i do know i will use them as elements for arrangements and patternmaking

this my new casting area, right here on this square of plastic, if casting is done off of the plastic it will not work...no really, the plaster of paris only sets up properly when it is mixed on top of plastic sheeting. it's a french thing.

i keep dinking around with the greem plastic coffee cup mass.

so i have been working on six things at once for a change, which is strangely satisfying. but i have not neglected the water bottle, I managed to fashion the cap and continue fleshing out the body.

I always think of the way i live my life and make my work as a bit of an unmitigated stream of consciousness. It is true that sometimes my stream consists of pop-culture, 80's television, games shows, the internet and art. My stream is no less valid than people who have existential streams of consciousness. I sometimes think of it as my very own scream of consciousness. In the process of living my life and doing my work, both the paid kind and the unpaid kind, i "discover" things and ideas that i haven't noticed before. Lately one of these things has been the way i remember things i see and record them in my memory. Often times when i make art I don't make preliminary drawings or i sort of draw what is around me in the studio, coffee cup sleeves, water bottles and what not. All of these things end up in my output. Now while I am thinking about it I still don't like the idea of calling artists works output, but it sort of lines up with what i do and think. I like to take in stuff, both physical and mental, and spit out something in response to it, sculpture, music, writing etc. Brooke and I were carpooling to work the other morning and she pointed out how they had painted this one particular charleston row house green. I didn't think much of it until i found a pile of scrap wood and some old broom handles, and then it hit me I should make a 3-d sketch of the house, and so i did, and that was that.