2012 Notes
11/13/2012

The night after Superstorm Sandy subsided I was walking out in the woods pursuing an orange light where no orange light should be.  The rest of the night was an unusual darkness owed to the lack of power in the area but a steaming orange specter blistered behind silhouette trees.  I was on the phone with the police trying to describe what I was seeing while I stumbled through the muck and debris. While I realized the options for what it was were few, a coincidence was leading me to implausible nameless conclusions.  Read more…

02/14/2012

In the fall I attempted to paint a pineapple.  I had an idea that was taking shape for a painting of a pineapple that would have a very specific look and feeling. The pineapple was to be arranged on my crimson kitchen table under the hanging lamp and painted at night.  It was to look both solemn and foreboding in that light.  I wanted the painting to have the look of kitchens at night, where the tables wait for the next day’s meal.  Moreover though, I wanted to take a symbol of welcome and richness and find its worrisome silhouette.  The pineapple is a strange thing with a strange history and I wanted it to look strange. Read more…

06/09/2012

When we are young our parents tell each of us not to look at the sun.  We are told that it will damage your eyes to stare directly at it.  This thing that hovers over us, that fills the world with light and life is also to be feared.  It’s one of the first serious paradoxes we encounter.  Curiosity usually wins out over caution and we eventually all take a painful peek.  We see for a damaging instant the searing yellow disk turning pink and blue, shimmering like a hypnotists’ pendant.  We feel both enamored and full of dread realizing that beauty really can injure. Read more…

08/07/2012

Watching the Olympics, I am consistently fascinated by the body types of the athletes.  We are a society of body worshippers and body idealizers, making the Olympics a rare opportunity to ogle and celebrate bodies that truly near an ideal form.  This is not a spectacle of smokin’ hot bod’s but an exhibition of anatomy that has been honed to perform specific feats, and subsequently tell a story.
Ideals of body are illustrated in part by the closeness of form to function.  Read more…

05/01/2012

There is no better revelation than realizing the value of something previously detested.  We privilege redemption stories over all others because they give us hope of being better and of bad things becoming good.
One might have never liked the taste of olives until mistakenly eating tapenade.  One might have grudgingly slogged through Jane Austin in High School only find it on a rainy day bookshelf raid years later and become transfixed.  A girl who has never made an impression might become the object of desire after being heard singing.   Read more…

03/26/2012

At the El Bar in North Philadelphia after their first public performance, the students of the Pig Iron School for Advanced Performance Training were ravenous for critique and reaction.  They sieved through each of the twelve sketches performed to find the intricate merits and deficits, polling me as an audience member for my perspective.  They were also giddy to suppose and decipher the opinions of their teachers.  Often the bar banter would blossom into dramatization just as a burp will recall the pleasure of a recent meal.  Read more…

10/02/2012

As a child I recall poking through the barn on my grandparents’ farm listening for ghosts and looking for artifacts with stories.  The vast, still air in the shadowy space carried the smells of tractor exhaust, moldering wood and rock, of long gone hay and grain, and animals who had snuck in and made the barn home.  It was the chaotic archive of antiquated farm equipment and saved materials. Read more…

01/11/2012

 The Mind’s Eye is a wonderful concept that enables one to relate a visual experience occurring solely within one’s own head.  It’s a constant inkling in imagery that belongs to our private internal world.  We have limited control of this strange faculty, managing sometimes to coax an image into mind, but not exactly being able to insist upon it’s exactness or clarity.
If the eyes observe what’s happening around us in the present, the Mind’s Eye visualizes everything that is not in the present.  In that private viewing space we see versions of what was, what might be and what could be.  If the eyes see fact, the mind’s eye sees possibility.  Read more…