2.26.2011
2.24.2011
2.23.2011
man, sometimes i just get into this rut, and i cant climb out.... a man says to me. your settled right in the grooves, you may never get out. but then he gives me a kind push from behind, and i can be on my way again.
on nights such as this i just sit in bed, and think of all the important questions in the world.. more often than not, the answer is Alfred. this is happy and sad all at once.
btw... i drew this sketch.. in my sketchbook.. a few weeks back... then i found this image... a few days back...i feel like i could have summoned it. thank you.louise bourgeois.
2.22.2011
sneak peek.
so i just did some documentation the other day. and i have photos, that have yet to be photoshopped, but this is a blog, therefore, refinement is not necessary... in my opinion. at this point in time today. so im gonna just post a few . These pieces were made between the middle of august through the middle of october. yes. thats 2010.
2.21.2011
smells like memory
Sometimes i wish i could go back to one specific instance, in a moment . a single snapshot of a memory, and take an inventory of all the things around me.
while im aware of the potential for my body systems to retain and store information including spans of time, i am oftentimes eluded by the skill that allows me to recall or access said information. memories. it seems that any one memory could remain sleepily tucked away for, oh the rest of eternity. My memories reveal themselves in an unreliable fashion;
at their best, unsettling a joyful moment however brief it is nothing short of life affirming.
often at the most inopportune time
and at their worst, excavating buried pains of darker days.
While we've ALL experienced the uncanny ability of scent to extract a memory, it seems that very few of us use this with any sort of intention or order.
I once heard a story that affected me.to the extent that i probably mull over this thing at least every couple months. i know this conversation happened within my art foundations program. i dont know how it came up or who said it.
it had to do with Andy Warhols infatuation with scent memory. He not only thought about it, but acted to supply a scent so that meaningful memories might have a scent with which to attach. additionally, after about three months he would stop using a perfume, no matter how pleased he was to wear that scent, and retire it to a sort of catalog, as he called his "smell collection" . "This way i can be in control and only smell the smells i want to, when i want to, to get the memories im in the mood to have."
I too have experienced these smell memories,and i am time and time again amazed how strong and quickly i am flooded by emotions irrelevant to my current environment or situation. its almost like magic really. it makes no sense being put to ease when in uncomfortably close proximity to a man who smells like menthol cigarettes and new car. or a strange woman who smells like Jean Paul Gaultier. alas, i cannot help my systems response.. like the smallest bit of endorphine has been realeased... letting me know i'm in good hands..verifying my well-being.
to say the least , I have reached the point where i need to act. so ive read up a bit. and it seems that our brains are organized in such a way to nurture and cultivate the power inherent to smell memory. Our olfactory receptors.. (*smellers*) are located within/next to a region of the brain often referred to as the emotional nervous system.In this network, what seems most relevant is the amygdala, which performs a primary role in the formation and storage of memories associated with emotional events.oddly enough olfactory neurons only survive for 60 days...to be replaced by a new receptor.. So when you're storing, establishing, fabricating these memories, with the amygdala working away... the basic memory of these receptors must cross over into the network of emotional memory storage.. I just dont know.. but what i do know is I love this human attribute.. maybe its not even a human attribute.. in fact it probably isnt.
on another note. this topic of recalling memories makes me want to work harder to record these memories once they've broken the surface.. perhaps not only the memory, but the situation that spurred the recall. just a thought. i hope this is as thought provoking for you as it has been for me.
while im aware of the potential for my body systems to retain and store information including spans of time, i am oftentimes eluded by the skill that allows me to recall or access said information. memories. it seems that any one memory could remain sleepily tucked away for, oh the rest of eternity. My memories reveal themselves in an unreliable fashion;
at their best, unsettling a joyful moment however brief it is nothing short of life affirming.
often at the most inopportune time
and at their worst, excavating buried pains of darker days.
While we've ALL experienced the uncanny ability of scent to extract a memory, it seems that very few of us use this with any sort of intention or order.
I once heard a story that affected me.to the extent that i probably mull over this thing at least every couple months. i know this conversation happened within my art foundations program. i dont know how it came up or who said it.
it had to do with Andy Warhols infatuation with scent memory. He not only thought about it, but acted to supply a scent so that meaningful memories might have a scent with which to attach. additionally, after about three months he would stop using a perfume, no matter how pleased he was to wear that scent, and retire it to a sort of catalog, as he called his "smell collection" . "This way i can be in control and only smell the smells i want to, when i want to, to get the memories im in the mood to have."
I too have experienced these smell memories,and i am time and time again amazed how strong and quickly i am flooded by emotions irrelevant to my current environment or situation. its almost like magic really. it makes no sense being put to ease when in uncomfortably close proximity to a man who smells like menthol cigarettes and new car. or a strange woman who smells like Jean Paul Gaultier. alas, i cannot help my systems response.. like the smallest bit of endorphine has been realeased... letting me know i'm in good hands..verifying my well-being.
to say the least , I have reached the point where i need to act. so ive read up a bit. and it seems that our brains are organized in such a way to nurture and cultivate the power inherent to smell memory. Our olfactory receptors.. (*smellers*) are located within/next to a region of the brain often referred to as the emotional nervous system.In this network, what seems most relevant is the amygdala, which performs a primary role in the formation and storage of memories associated with emotional events.oddly enough olfactory neurons only survive for 60 days...to be replaced by a new receptor.. So when you're storing, establishing, fabricating these memories, with the amygdala working away... the basic memory of these receptors must cross over into the network of emotional memory storage.. I just dont know.. but what i do know is I love this human attribute.. maybe its not even a human attribute.. in fact it probably isnt.
on another note. this topic of recalling memories makes me want to work harder to record these memories once they've broken the surface.. perhaps not only the memory, but the situation that spurred the recall. just a thought. i hope this is as thought provoking for you as it has been for me.
2.14.2011
Stood E Oh update
Well, Ive been back at northern clay for approximately a month and a half. and here are some wares.. green. wares. ive just been exploring and trying to make a number of new objects, I've got to work some things out better plan during my construction process so i can bring the interest in the tiles to the pots.. they just feel more invigorated . hmmmm in time..in the meantime enjoy. audra
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