lost in the microcosm

My favorite thing I helped make in highschool, with my favorite pals from highschool. Watching it now it seems to make more sense to me, something about loneliness, waiting, complex relationships. Right on.

mixed media final

A continuation of ideas I've been working with all semester. Ideals, american-ness, homesickness n' all the rest.

flight path

Finals week and I know I have to learn to work when I'm not under crushing pressure from deadlines but here's what I came up with in my processing class, I'll continue to work on it. I like the idea:

nerp

raw material, in progress footage. I had to severely compress these to get them online, for the most part I really like the way that looks, but, I'm not sure it adds anything to these, maybe it's just too much...

The first video, the airplane one, is an excerpt, the whole piece is about an hour long, I'm not sure yet how I'm going to process it. I may add voiceover, I may integrate it into some larger piece. At any rate, I have a few ideas and really feel ready to take this stuff in a more finished direction... more to come, the sweet hooty days of winter break and final cut on my personal laptop await.

happy thanksgiving one n' all

It's exquisite to be at home

Astronauts are...

The #1 best thing to be. for sure.

The things I've found most compelling looking at images of space/suits are the red stripes along the lower part of the suit and arms they're meant to help distinguish astronauts from eachother. Some suits have solid stripes, some are candy striped, and some aren't striped at all. That and the gold reflection on the helmet visors. awesome.

ten percent Dolly

Dolly Parton retains an inexplicable significance in my life.

The content that informs the emotional and cultural landscape of a certain place is something that I've been looking at recently. I find myself sitting with these complex associations I have with local newscasters, radio jingles from home, etc. Those associations are the only way this prescribed content gains any measure of specificity. There are archetypes present in this media that are somehow easy to internalize, for me anyhow, and important.

Country Music

Kites

mike "ringo" white

Mike "Ringo" White is an artist who lives and works in Milwaukee. He's untrained, if that distinction is important and works primarily with found/recycled materials.

I struggled a lot in the production of this short documentary, there are technical issues I have to resolve and content was something I found difficult to reconcile as well. I tried not to portray this person as a novelty but I also didn't want to make something completely sappy about the wonder of creativity (though, you know, that sort of thing is true, and, a part of this)

It reminds me of when, last year, I made this documentary about the presidential elections:



I intended it to be about more than just the election itself. I wanted to address the sorts of things people say in public vs. in private, in what situations people are willing to say what things and to relate that to political debate. It was fairly controversial (I got a lot of varied responses, few entirely or even mostly positive) I think because of the way I portrayed my peers, which could be construed negatively but, I still think in terms of what I set out to do, and in context, it worked to some degree.

But, based on the readings of this piece by my friends I made an alternate cut that I meant to address fairly literally the climate of election day. I may get around to uploading it sometime but it was less genuine, for me, more superficially hopeful, more of an obvious illustration of the sort of doctrine of change that was being purveyed at the time. I think I made it to redeem myself in the eyes of my peers as opposed to addressing a possibly more interesting thought, which it didn't.

Not to completely overanalyze the process...

Anyhow, I didn't want to do with the Ringo doc what I did with the second election video. I'm not sure if I've accomplished that. My feelings about outsider art, as a field, and this artist in particular, the comparison of his personality, life, and artwork changed considerably over the course of the process.

In conclusion, I think this is one I need to keep thinking about, feedback is appreciated, dialogue will hopefully ensue, and, I'll keep working out my ideas about it.

hey, Sara?

Another thingy day a doo, I've been thinking about this one, it's part of my ideal world. Sorta related to this one.

Things I like about the city I live in.

"This one time we were gonna watch a meteor shower from the roof of a building downtown. The meteors were great but I also watched the lights go on an off in the US Bank building which is part of why I like it so much. Also, it's the tallest building in Milwaukee"

It was kind of like a meteor shower in itself. It was rad.

Lydia and I are making one thing a day in addition to the other things we make in a day. go.

stills

these are stills from the video installation I'm working on, one TV will have video of my home movies, and another, across from it will show me watching the videos. It's been a very strange experience to watch all these movies, hours of them (though the final piece will only be and hour and a 1/2 loop) to be confronted with this concise family history and to try to process it.

home movies

been thinkin' about home movies, the ideals they represent, the sincerity and deceit that exist within them, inherently, and the myths they help to craft. yerp.

photos

Oldies but goodies, San Francisco February 2007

Ringo White and Bob Watt

This is something I wrote after meeting local Milwaukee "outsider" artists Bob Watt and Ringo White with my summer vernacular art history class. The image is by Justin Bacon, you can find more of his writing about this site (and others) and more pictures at his blog



Today we met Bob Watt and Ringo White. In a certain way I had met Bob Watt before. My best friend, Lydia, knows how to find the books in the library that no one else has read in years. They’re full of ideas to take because no one has in so long, if that makes any sense. Sometimes they carry old ephemera and trinkets, dollar bills and grocery lists which are all yours to take tenderly and truly if you’re willing. Last summer Lydia found a book of poetry by Milwaukee artists. We were stopped by a poem by Bob Watt that I don’t remember anything about save for its weird, off-putting directness and his tiny black and white photo. She called me later to tell me she thought she’d seen Bob Watt on the public bus. She probably would have known if she had seen him; could anybody but Bob Watt write Bob Watt’s poetry or make his paintings?
He’s distinguished by his stuff. When I first moved to the neighborhood a couple of months ago I happened past his house. I stood outside and wondered about the subject of the big painting outside. I guessed Bill Clinton but it’s got a touch of revolutionary war heroine to it. I was with Lydia then, too. I wondered if we would have put it together, if we had known whose house it was, what would we have done if we had just looked at the name on the mailbox? Maybe we would have been thrown off by the missing T, who knows how long ago it just fell off leaving the thing reading only “Wat”. The outside of the house looks almost orderly in its haphazardness. The junk seems purposeful.
Bob Watt’s work is all about contradictions. His house is filled with hundreds of self-made spiral bound collage books. They’re in the type of covering you might find some corporate lecture materials, spiral bound with clear plastic covers, but they all consist of collages of naked ladies that Bob has photographed in his house. The images are pasted over incongruous magazine nature scenes. Most of the women are young and pretty. They all wear the same floppy sun hat, sunglasses, and nothin’ else. The collaged scenes are entirely improbable worlds. Bob Watt’s paintings, like his ideas about art and the imagery of his collages follow some impenetrable, convoluted thread of logic. There are only a few colors in each of his paintings, mostly red, white, and blue. The paint handling is smooth and the peering, lumpy figures are often accented by stylistic feathers or psychedelic-y abstract tribal-esque patterning.
I feel compelled to document his art and persona, but, in another sense I don’t feel it to be as necessary as I did when I first met him. I just read an article that said “Bob Watt is the sun and all these planets of weird people revolve around him”; I think that’s true. His art might be rich in its own far-out way; his look and his home are outlandish for sure, but his confidence and zany logic somehow make the whole effect manageable. It seems to me that what’s more important about Watt besides than his messy house and absurd crazy conviction is the fact that everyone online seems to know that he meets his friends every morning at McDonalds for breakfast and he can be described as “Riverwest Bob Watt”. He must be the neighborhood and the relationships he forms with people. None of his models looked uncomfortable, I’d have to note, even with a whole heap of Bob wrapped around them. Are Bob Watt’s wacky ideas about art more important than what he represents to his outsider community?
I can understand why Ringo White would be inspired by this friendship to begin creating art, as he told us. At first I couldn’t imagine them interacting. Ringo had no bluff in the way he spoke. He seemed to take comfort in knowing. His house was full of art but like his compositions it was orderly, planned in a spontaneous, organic way, like a cross section of cells. He told us everything about fossils and rock-boring clams in the same way he probably made and hung his art. He was nothing like Bob except they maintained that same undercurrent of sequenced chaos in both of their work and homes. Bob Watt’s enthusiasm and faith in the healing power of art, however veiled by mental muck it was, was obviously infectious.
Bob and Ringo dealt with issues of the environment. Bob Watt’s paintings compare the landscape to psychological states, freedom, beauty. Ringo’s assemblage works are a reflection of the environment and a record of it. His compositions are microcosms. They spawn from a central point; unyielding materials fit together in space to form a unified, bending whole. Single pieces may be rigid and the colors may be subdued by time and Lake Michigan but together they become vibrant and liquid.
Ringo seemed to serve as a holder of the things that people have thrown away but shouldn’t have had in the first place. They wash up on the shore or lay around in the park; there’s no place for this stuff except with him and in his pieces. It’s a tender relationship, if you think about it. Ringo was so familiar with the world. The concepts I saw illustrated by his work did not seem “put” there. They were such an effortless expression of his habits and concerns.
Collections can take over your life the way White and Watt’s art has evidently taken over their lives. Art like this is something you physically live with in a way you cannot otherwise. Art is your gut when you live this way and you’re close to it. What can it mean to recycle the everyday detritus, the discarded elements of life and to live so closely to them the way Ringo does? How can you not begin to feel discarded yourself and perhaps then like a shepherd of these things? Ringo White seem completely attuned to the extra “stuff” in the world. You can read time and place in his pieces. As the world changes, as more plastics are introduced to the environment, they show up in his art. He’s an intuitive environmentalist.
There are a number of ways that talking about these men can go wrong. In one way, that I feel myself trying to distance myself from, they are easy to write off for their eccentricities. It’s hard to define where curiosity ends, scholarship begins, and how much of a combination of the two you have to have. Each artist represents different things, to the art world and the misfits scenes that accept them for their own reasons. In the end I think the only way to approach them is to learn to speak their language and learn to read their environment.

sound and video distortion distraction experiments

rock and roll

whimper not bang

This is a project from freshman year. It consisted of all these little trinkets sealed into bags and pinned to the wall. I had the idea that sometimes you experience something the last time you ever will but there's no way to memorialize that moment because you don't know its happening. I think that's what fuels regret, when you realize that. I included little pieces of text throughout the piece, one of which is pictured. I think it could have been well summed up with something I heard recently "some things go out with a whimper and not a bang".








Not the best thing I've ever done but there are some compelling elements here, for me.

Lifecycle of the black-spot grub

Jade and I made this video as the final project for our benthic invertebrates class. It's cute, Jade did an adorable job on the puppets and such.

summer

The interminable burden of summer classes has kept me from 1)finishing anything and 2)posting anything. I almost feel like I get more done during the school year, not to say that the delicious prospect of early graduation isn't just that or that the classes weren't a choice and pretty awesome unto themselves. This is an old image I made, freshman year, collage on a piece of cardboard with gel medium and ink, I believe.

Also, This has been my main focus recently, writing about and uploading portions of my found photo collection as the ongoing final project for an art history class I'm taking.

WSRA

field recording


WSARA radio tower


crummy composited radio desk scan


geese flying so east


falling feathers


stonehenge



I've had a tremendous amount of free time lately, I started drawing a comic about a radio station broadcast from my mind.

Haiku

Two haiku poems i found in an old notebook of mine:

Still it's good to know:

The geese will fly so east,
past smoldering night cities and
hours left to go


I just felt so blue
and start to singing to the
muddy river flow

stone litho ideas, large ink sketches

tractors and claws

I saw this sitting out on Emily's and my dining room table. I don't have film in my camera so I took this picture with my laptop (derp).

memorial day weekend and etc.