Saturday, February 21, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
This headgear reminds me of my daily bike ride. It really hits home.
Tim Knowles, Windwalk #2—Charing Cross (detail), 2008, helmet vane, 48 x 24 x 24"."In his 2008 "Windwalk" series, Knowles put himself at the mercy of central London’s microclimates. Donning an irresistibly goofy head apparatus—essentially a wind sail attached to a bike helmet—he set out from Charing Cross five times, allowing the shifting early-morning winds to plot his course. Video recordings, taken from a camera attached to the sail’s starboard side, reveal the walks to have been markedly different in their itinerary and oftentimes hilarious in their futility. " -- http://www.artforum.com/picks/
Artist Website:
http://www.timknowles.co.uk/Home/tabid/262/Default.aspx
Sunday, February 15, 2009
When Spring flashes her ankles during Winter...
... you will find Oregonians risking life and limb to spend time outside. I have a few minor cuts from tending to my container garden today, but when I look at or scratch at them, they are fond reminders that I spent the majority of my day in the sunshine. In February. I was SOOOOO excited to see that my blueberry plants are are sprouting new growth, as is the rose bush that I commandeered from Mom's house when she moved out the the state a couple summers back. Yes, commandeered. It was a necessary for the state of my first container garden back then.
I'm told by my cat that it is a life and death matter that she join me in my gardening adventures. My cat, whose named Miko, was trained to be on a leash any time she wanted to go outside. That was when we lived in a ground-floor apartment. Now that we are living on the sky, she gets to go outside without a leash as long as I am with her. I trust that she won't try to escape. For now.
During our garden time, her first objective was to stare down and out-sniff the struggling chive plant.
Then the surrendering chive plant, who remains unnamed, was shown mercy with a nibble. The direct translation from cat behavior to human behavior is acknowledging a white flag.
Attention span has been shifted from plant to Good Charlotte booming from a BMW that drove by with sun roof open. The guy driving was slightly off-key but clearly a happy man.
"Until we meet again, chive plant."
Note: The cat returned immediately and started on her next adventure. In and out, all day. Now she is tuckered out.
I'm told by my cat that it is a life and death matter that she join me in my gardening adventures. My cat, whose named Miko, was trained to be on a leash any time she wanted to go outside. That was when we lived in a ground-floor apartment. Now that we are living on the sky, she gets to go outside without a leash as long as I am with her. I trust that she won't try to escape. For now.
During our garden time, her first objective was to stare down and out-sniff the struggling chive plant.
Then the surrendering chive plant, who remains unnamed, was shown mercy with a nibble. The direct translation from cat behavior to human behavior is acknowledging a white flag.
Attention span has been shifted from plant to Good Charlotte booming from a BMW that drove by with sun roof open. The guy driving was slightly off-key but clearly a happy man.
"Until we meet again, chive plant."
Note: The cat returned immediately and started on her next adventure. In and out, all day. Now she is tuckered out.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Sometimes You Just Feel.....
... Feisty!
Pic taken by Mollie Holmes on location at Whole Foods in Portland, Oregon. It was late at night. I had a macaroon that was half covered in chocolate. I was ready for anything.
PDX First Thursday Event
February. First Thursday. Mollie, Wolof, and I walked around Portland to check out some pretty sweet artwork.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
I hope I look like this on my birthday too!
Thank you Angela for reminding us that we are as old as we feel.
My New Mission
Most of my lunchtimes are spent walking through Bush Pasture Park. It didn't take long before I realized that squirrels were leaping and bounding amongst the giant trees along a particular avenue. I began counting squirrels daily. But there is one squirrel in particular who I am interested in shooting photos and videos of. Why? Because we have stared at each other 10 paces apart on more than one occasion. He is a confrontational, husky, gray squirrel (notice it is a he) who hangs out near a particular tree surrounded by rhododendrons. His stare will burn into your soul.
BUT HE IS SO CUTE!
This afternoon I lost count of the squirrels.... 10, 15... 30... wait did I cout that one already?Grr. But one squirrel whom I've never met decided to approach me when I reached into my pocket to grab my cameraphone. I said "hello" and he cautiously approached. He was so close that I started having visions of arm-hugging, biting, scratching squirrels when my phone said
Phone Memory Full.
So I quickly deleted I don't know what and tried to call him back over. Kneeling down was the trick. But he soon realized that I was phony and...
To be continued....
Monday, February 2, 2009
I was enamored by Lisa Sigal's work at the 2008 Whitney Biennial
I immediately interacted with it. I needed to be a part of it.
As an artist I am so interested in materials that I tend to make museum guards begin to sweat (In fact, I've been scooted away from a Do Ho Suh work at SAM-- all I was doing was explaining the work to my boyfriend. I didn't touch it). So when Mollie and I were at the Whitney Biennial, I had every intention of learning what I could about the works that I liked... I wasn't interested in just looking at them.
There was potential for me to be physically engaged with this installation. What this video doesn't show is that on an adjacent wall, there were peering holes into some sort of curious space. I remember a strange man walking up next to me and peering into a nearby different hole. To me the entire room became a bomb shelter. But to him, well, I can't remember what he said but clearly he wasn't taken aback like I.
And she can paint! The shambles, the mapping, the staining, the antiquity... all painted by the artist. As a viewer I really thought the map was found object until I saw my reflection in the paint. The reference to the American flag was the cherry.
Props.
As an artist I am so interested in materials that I tend to make museum guards begin to sweat (In fact, I've been scooted away from a Do Ho Suh work at SAM-- all I was doing was explaining the work to my boyfriend. I didn't touch it). So when Mollie and I were at the Whitney Biennial, I had every intention of learning what I could about the works that I liked... I wasn't interested in just looking at them.
There was potential for me to be physically engaged with this installation. What this video doesn't show is that on an adjacent wall, there were peering holes into some sort of curious space. I remember a strange man walking up next to me and peering into a nearby different hole. To me the entire room became a bomb shelter. But to him, well, I can't remember what he said but clearly he wasn't taken aback like I.
And she can paint! The shambles, the mapping, the staining, the antiquity... all painted by the artist. As a viewer I really thought the map was found object until I saw my reflection in the paint. The reference to the American flag was the cherry.
Props.
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