Thursday, December 29, 2011

fever dreams and wakeful sleep

Never mind houseplants and disposable income.. . along with other indispensables, maps are so passe, thanks to any number of bad art projects (see portfolio for starters).. never mind getting lost without a 2-way GPS system and the relation of text to geography. The poetry of memory has no place in a land grant summary of finding your way home and figuring that's probably enough til you can get organized enough to print maps en route to the next interview.. most likely missed that one too many times to re-apply... ever.

Passe or potential?
-narrative art+writing
-video art
-theories re. games & play
-craft in the contemporary world
-gender, race, and class
-critiques around academic pedagogy (anthropology, anyone).
-virtual reality
-the internet
-sci fi and fantasy; aesthetics of/supporting.
-liminal and "post-" rhetorical studies

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Colpa Press @ Wire and Nail

Please check out the Colpa Press Pop-Up Shop at Wire and Nail Gallery in San Francisco, this weekend: December 16-18, 2011.
"COLPA is a publishing company based out of San Francisco, CA that specializes in hand-made art books and collectible cards. These publications intend to challenge the relationship between printmaking and concept, creating objects in a reciprocal dialog with the way in which they are produced."

Saturday, December 3, 2011


While a 1+1 crying projects scenario would lead to nothing but increasingly neurotic, dark, emotionally disastrous projects that lost any formal edge, I long to find someone that is compatible as a collaborator as well as a first-sight-and-forever love.

I need a coatrack of a man (or maybe woman)--preferably one that will teach me Spanish and believe in a two-winged home, but turn out to find happiness as we grow to become irreconcilably codependent (and to not have a problem with this).

Please be unusually optimistic in attitude, even if the optimism is sort of an adoptive strategy and not one born from a long and easy life history.

Lying is low on my list of values; this is not to say that I am capable of lying, but I don't mind if you have to--as long as I can trust that you mean what you say at the time that you are saying it, because it comes out of a real deep-seated loyalty and love that permeates whatever chrysalis the words act as, until the real and always non-word and quickly departing thing emerges.

Please move this ring from right to left finger and hold what is right. Take it and run.

Now look up and see: did you take my hand or did you follow the directions and find yourself with an invisible key, surrounded by the psychic wheat field of your productive resolution to a life of solitude.

Maybe I'm projecting here, and should retract everything before things get even more complicated.

Serious inquiries only: