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- Mass MoCA's once-painted walls vs. Sol Lewitt's wall paintings
- Secret Tunnels Under Denver & Boulder
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- MCA Denver as Edifice.
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Recent Posts
- Back to America
- On my own for a couple of hours. Cloudy afternoon.
- No time for ideas.
- Light Plays On Everything
- The Rock Feels Watched
- Querulous
- plant, chair, and WordPress for iPhone
- Cafe faces, cranky I
- Back at the cafe
- Into Blinding Light
- Denver, from the Auraria Campus Parking Lots
- New Header Image. Something a bit simpler.
- The Pelican, the Alembic, and the Concealing Wall
- The Helmet is a Veil
- Live Iron Sculpture Casting at Auraria Campus March 10th (my poster)
- For all the art talk and theory, an artist, regardless of their specific beliefs and cosmology, knows that when it goes well, the moment of making is a moment of grace, some kind of gift, a treasure and a privilege. This experience is as old as art is, although a lot of contemporary art talk belittles it. We, as artists, the kind that I mean, are not just content providers for... a luxury market, a network of institutions, a sophisticated discourse, and a social scene. We are, at our best, much more than that. What, then? I don't know, still. I just have a thread that I need to follow.
Time Casts Shadows
Edges soften or harden depending on the light source. Months merge to quick glimpses in the shadow of memory.Flashes are given sequence, and from the mind's turbulent puddle, we conjure up a stream.
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Into Blinding Light
Often these days, I can’t see where I’m going. I’m off to Ireland this Fall, which is wonderful, and it looks like there may be a moment of respite, with a house to stay in for a little while, not … Continue reading
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Denver, from the Auraria Campus Parking Lots
Busy week. On my way to school on Thursday, I paused to sketch the city, to show students what I was talking about for a an ink wash sketching assignment. Here it is. Something to share.
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The Helmet is a Veil
Who would have guessed that this, of all things, would come up at auction? There it is, though, “Item Number 4,” in all its concrete glory. A face mask or helmet also acts as a veil, shielding the prying gaze … Continue reading
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Live Iron Sculpture Casting at Auraria Campus March 10th (my poster)
There’s an iron pour at UCD, next to the Tivoli, on the Auraria Campus, on March 10th. Tobias Flores, a major figure in contemporary fine art iron casting, will be at CU Denver as a visiting artist, and it should … Continue reading
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With Enough Masks and Tails, I Am All Animals
All animals indeed. Hmmph. Alright Mr. Shape-changer, how about those dishes? OK, but I’ll be back, and not for the first time. What is this thing? The minimum standard: is the paper improved by being marked? I think so, yes, … Continue reading
Hi, I’m your “Grader”: The Dehumanized University
Everyone says they hate to judge other people, but for many people, that’s obviously untrue. I really can’t stand it, though. I’ve been grading almost continuously for weeks, for five different university classes, only one of which I’m actually teaching. … Continue reading
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Digital Tools for the Timid, Ink for the Brave
When an ink-filled brush touches paper, it might or might not lead to something thrilling, but there’s no turning back. One pauses, settles the mind, limbers the fingers, and then the process begins. It can go wrong, and a lot … Continue reading
How’s Yr Latte?
What a night in Egypt, again. Makes my aesthetico-narcissism seem a bit small. Grateful that I don’t have to risk my life to speak, and it makes my feel like speaking about more than fussiness, brushwork, and memory.
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