Wednesday, April 15, 2009

"Leave Them Alone, and They'll Come Home"

"......yet it indicates that what we seek is not a final but an open-ended order, capable of continuous further development."
Kevin Lynch, The Image of the City

"Still, life." 2009

"Normal science can be determined in part by the direct inspection of paradigms, a process that is often aided by but does not depend upon the formulation of rules and assumptions. Indeed, the existence of a paradigm need not even imply that any set of rules exists"
Thomas S. Kuhn, The Structure of Scientific Revolutions

Detail, Weisiger Chapel  Project                                    2009
Laser Etched Acrylic, LED lighting, 23rd Psalm KJV

Every image, every structure, every relationship, requires framing


Pew detail, Weisiger Chapel Project                                    2009
Laminated Black Walnut

Saturday, April 11, 2009

"Discerning Patterns in Chaos"


"Stern Taskmaster" 2009
From the "Laughing it up in the Spidey-Hole" Series
__________________________________________

A more severe,


More harassing master would extemporize
Subtler, more urgent proof that the theory
Of poetry is the theory of life,

As it is, in the intricate evasions of as,
In things seen and unseen, created from nothingness,
The heavens, the hells, the worlds, the longed-for lands.

Wallace Stevens, from An Ordinary Evening in New Haven, 1950


"Configuring the Situatrium" (detail) 2009

My memories are like the bear that went over the mountain.
Can't no longer see the bear, but I'm pretty sure it is there
(maybe the bear, and maybe the mountain).
I went over a mountain once. Just to see what I could see.
It was a place called Punkin'town.
I took the road home, picking up a ride all the way to Wayne Hooper's store.
Wayne road his riding mower at night because of his allergies.
His single headlight penetrated my curtain-less home,
bouncing along the fine line of ceiling and wall.



Monday, April 6, 2009

"Intersections and the Event of Carrie's Birthday"

"I love this hour
when the tide is just turning
there will be an end 
to the longing and yearning
If I can stand up
To angels and men
I'll never get swallowed
In darkness again"
"Anywhere on this Road"
Lhasa De Sela "The Living Road"


"Study for the Holy Grate (warm)"                   Weisiger Chapel Project                   2009

"Many beautiful patterns are sitting in every simple subgrid, just waiting to be pulled out. the subgrids themselves are rarely shown in traditional art. They are considered part of the underlying structure of reality, with the cosmos overlaid ("cosmos" "means adornment")"
Sacred Geometry   Miranda Lundy 2001


"Slightly Over Cast"                                                          2009
From the "Spidey-Hole Series"

"is that kinda like math as a flexible art instead of an absolute? two points of focus simultaneously incorporated?"
Carrie Schulz      3/31/09


"Study for the Holy Grate (cool)"             Weisiger Chapel Project               2009

There is a front moving through this evening. Blackberry winter. 
The turtle carries it's mountain home into each new locale, regarding not the season.
Octagons adorn the edifice, corbeled each appendage.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

"Some Things are Better Left Unsaid"

What would you call destiny? What would you choose in Life? Is it possible that you get to configure your very own specific reality? If so, thanks for inviting me along.

Chipboard, chip on my shoulder, Chip Bird, Chip Forinash. Chip and Dale. Chippendale's. Chip off the old Block,
chip shot,
A chip in nine, saves..............time.
Time.

"Then they hasted, and took every man his garment, and put it under him on top of the stairs and blew with trumpets , saying, Jehu is King."
2 Kings 9:13

"My Donnas 2009

36. and as he went, they spread their clothes in the way.
Luke 19:36


"Technology: is a Burning Bush"       2009

What if the occurrences of our lives were prophesied? Would we strain to learn the narrative, or stumble along, improvising? Either way, my friends. Just that we have our eyes open.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

"You Drop Through That Transparent Air"

"D'ye mark him, flask?" whispered Stubb; "the chick that's in him pecks the shell. T'will soon be out"
Herman Melville, "Moby-Dick or The Whale"

"I Dreamed I was a Turtle" 2006

4 " Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil."
 23rd Psalm KJV 


"Riding the Elevator"  2008
From the 1850 Codex Series

Far from the marvelous lies the hopes that only the mundane may harbor. We build bridges from the known to the unknown and watch them sway in the breeze of our uncertainty. Cross, my friend - sweet, my illusions.