carnal-muppet-pile/ soft-sculpture gone-awry

I'm creating a second "piling" of what I'm now considering raw material. 

Using parts and pieces of what have been/ could still be workable sculpture units to rearrange 

a new tangle of textures and associations to materials, color and condition.

There's something unsettlingly satisfying about "destroying" my own labor. I haven't unleashed my full

hurricane on it yet, still a bit timid about ripping my own stitches...but trying to get to a place where I can have the confidence to know that these actions are more about elevation than masochism.

(this shot's all about the feather)

 The abstraction seems to hold more power for me now than any literal narrative that might 

have previously overshadowed any threshold to individual interpretive image tripping.

and it's one way to get over being so darn "precious"...

unnatural dissaster

In the studio ...
dismantling,
reconfiguring,
and otherwise turning much-labored over sculptures into a curated pile of debris.

i'm building a "backdrop"/ environment for some 2-D digital format work I will be doing in a collaboration with Torsten Zenas Burns who has shot video using parts of a installation I composed titled , "Procession" last year.

ironing board with cut-up uniform

seeds, sponges, ruffles

It'll be just like a Katie Perry video, only nothing like that at all.

building the my lair.

stacking

dragging the skeletons out of the closet.

making a nest out of their bones.

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Parson's Hall

Beginning June1, we moved into our studio at Parson's Hall.

studio share with the vaccum,Dan Greenwood and Frank-the-cat.

Starting to get back into it. Putting shelving and comfortable chairs on hold for now....

On my "desk" are photocopies of letters handwritten by soldiers containing detailed observation of action on the battlefield and 2 long and narrow pieces of styrofoam that remind me of the ghost formation of a southwest strip mall when placed in tandem.
I'm starting to cleave things that i find myself becoming too precious over.

I went to Historic Northampton last week to check out their database. I also perused a binder full of trade cards. My favorite may be the giant(?), tiny (?) cherub riding the giant (?), tiny (?) worm as a silk advertisement.