Thoughts on Research pt 1

Recently I have been thinking about what exactly it is that I want to do as an artist and more generally I guess just as a person. I have such a hard time really paring down what it is that I want to contribute or become an expert in.

When I was in grad school I don't think I fully understood what my research was supposed to be. I didn't get it. I was so busy trying to figure myself out from the inside out that I forgot that it also works in reverse. Now that i have a little breathing room and don't feel quite as schizophrenic about the voices in my head I feel like I'm in a better place to begin letting things in again. I think I got really paranoid once I realized how easily influenced I was and as a result I got too scared to actively seek input from unfamiliar outside sources. I felt like I had a whole backlog of things to process and sift through in the hopes of getting them out of my system so that I could stop digesting all this old stuff and look for some new grist for the mill.

I still feel like I haven't come close to the kind of ambitious work I'd like to get to. I keep finding new levels to aspire to, new ways to tie more of my interests together. It feels really good to know I have more work to do.

In Defense of Investigation pt 1

I think some of the reason I'm hesitant to show my single media work is that I feel oddly torn between not wanting to claim to be a "professional" in a medium I haven't really trained in and not wanting to let that not knowing stop me from doing anything. Maybe there can be boldness in failure? Can I be someone who is aware of real skill in certain media, skill that I may not have, may never have ... can I let that knowledge stop me from doing it? Should I? Can I dedicate my life to something I might never be best at? Is that a worthy way to make decisions? If we all had to be the best at what we did to do it, who could do anything at all? Like who knows without trying where their skills and interests are? So maybe it is only through this process of trying on different hats that anyone ever gets to "find themselves" in art or anywhere else. Mythology demands that we do it privately. It only wants us fully formed and unmuddied. But life is complex and uncertain. So I'm with life on this one.

I"M BAAAACK

So it's been awhile since I posted anything here. I have been busy going through my rookie year of teaching and just generally trying to get my bearings in my post school phase. When I started this I think I had a pretty narrow view of what it should include but now I'm thinking I'll just let it all hang out so we'll see. I'll post a few little rants from the last 6 months or so to get it started again.

Corn Maize

So the other night a few of us decided to go out to the corn maze on Sauvie island. It was cold and just about dark. We met up with some of Boo's friends from work and paid the seven bucks to get our lost on. I'll be damned if it wasn't the muddiest bitch of a slog that I've been on in a spell. It was still fun ... although I was really just wanting it to be over while it was happening. Anyway you might imagine that this little event did little to improve my reputation for grumpiness which is a polite way to say bitchdom.

Sophia MacLaren Spurdle

So these two really close family friends of mine ended up getting together awhile ago and they made a baby. I was real excited to see it during my visit because babies are cool and weird and they're supposed to smell like puppies. It was also exciting because I really love the people who made it.

Holding babies is odd. I am big. They are small. I am not sure how I'm supposed to hold them particularly in front of their parents. I was afraid they were gonna be like "you're doing it wrong.. stop hurting my baby" etc.. Are they fragile or resilient? Anyway this little girl was not in the best of moods when I was holding her. She seemed generally pissed off and squirmy. She would crab at me and shift around erratically (which would be a disease if she was bigger). All of a sudden I feel this rumble and a horrid smell followed. I heard babies weren't supposed to stink because they only eat what nature intended and that their little systems are built for digesting it. Wrong. This kid dropped a bomb that would make your favorite uncle's eyes water, and right after she did she broke out the biggest smile. I tried not to take it personally but the way she smiled seemed sly and slightly evil (which I found completely endearing). This photo caught me right in the process of handing her back to her mom.

The Bitch is Back!

I been out in Northern California for the better part of the last two weeks and will be giving y'all the full report on my activities soon. You can look forward to tales of farting babies, creek swimming, general drunkenness, video game induced nose bleeds and much much more. Stay Tuned....

Yeah For Camping!

This here is a little photo progression of a recent overnight camping trip Boo, Shelby and I took out to the Nehalem river. We found a nice little spot and made camp. Then we walked down to the river and found that it was perfect for swimming. We all got naked and went right in instead of going back to camp for our suits. While we were swimming we saw some pretty good sized crawdads and it reminded me of a time when my grandpa and I caught them with a little bit of bacon on the end of a string. As we sat around the fire that night drinking Mad Dog 20/20 and Hamms I suggested that we fashion some rigs and catch some crawdads in the morning. So the next morning as we sat around the table and drank our coffee from salvaged beer cans (we forgot cups) we all started to make our own types of crawdading apparatus. Mine was made out of strips of plastic bags tied in knots with a sewing pin for a hook, Boo's was made of little bits of string she pulled from her clothes and a wooden prong hook with a barb and Shelby opted for a simple milk jug with holes cut in the bottom and an open top. We ended up catching quite a few and we all enjoyed the challenge of trying to catch these wily little guys. We decided that if we were gonna go through the trouble of catching them that we should take them home and eat them. So that's just what we did. They cooked up really easily and to my surprise they were actually pretty tasty. They tasted pretty bland but a little lemon and garlic butter did the trick nicely. Anyway a good time was had by all and nobody got sick or nothing. Yeah for camping!