For Lack of Time

Still taking steps. Out of time before I started today. Got mere minutes before a long night of work-- so here goes:

Crumpled sheets of paper. Metaphor for discarded or rejected ideas. Implied content of the paper is more important than what they actually contain. Though wadded up, they inhabit a special place in the tower. Read into this what you will. That's the point. Create tension; invite discussion.

And then something to do with deliberate steps to break the perpendicular formula. Thinking outside the box. Literally.

It's possible that I don't need to break this habit. Though I'm curious to see what a pentagon shape would do to your brain. That, and irregular planes designating each tier of the piece. Neat.

Now off to work. Stew on this. Come home and build something. Please give me the energy to do more than lay around after work. Step, step, step...

Deliberate Towers

Need to articulate some art-speak. E's helping me brainstorm a bit. Here's what's rolling around:

I've built a tower. It's a deliberate tower, as opposed to the incidental vertical accumulations of the past.

It's understated. Quiet. Meditative. Each floor features a wadded-up ball of paper. They are nestled like precious eggs on each tier. I've used hints of tied string to accent certain areas. As far as accents go, these too are understated.

Presentation: Does it sit on the floor? Higher, on a pedestal? Either could work, though part of that deliberate planning was that this tower is meant to stand on its own foundation, wiggle its toes and remain pleasingly involved with its environment.

Lighting-- an extension of the same theme. This guy is self-sufficient, built with a willingness to travel. It's at home in a variety of setups. Give me clamp-lights and concrete walls, or track-lighting and all those spotless white perks you find in a good gallery.

Pics? What pics? Holding off on that. For now I just want to write about it.

Walk Before You Run

I need a place to write, but I don't do well with keeping a journal. Stuff like that always get misplaced. I can never keep track of it. So back to blogging.

I'm straining very hard to put one foot in front of the other today. Walk. Just walk in a direction. Push yourself. Get going. Go.

Go with intent. Deliberate steps. Writing again is just one of these steps. It's accountability. It's communication. And it's archival. I appreciate the handiness of this blog-tool for all it's accessibility and ease.

And now to add content. Something personal about my day. A quick aside:

Coffee tastes faintly like ashes in my mouth today. Reminds me of cigarettes. Of art school. Of hanging half-out the window to smoke, one leg hanging over the ledge. Confident in that moment that nothing could ever unbalance me. Send me falling to my death.

Naive. Cool.

Today's agenda: what can a person accomplish in an hour and a half?