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A female figure wearing a XXL white T & a welder's mask (hair in a bun) & thick steel band bracelets

(position: centered)

in a white room

+ effect: edgeless

+ effect: shadowless

 

A threedimensional (X Y Z) grid of translucent fishwire stretched taut, 12" interval spacing

 

Option 1 (mechanical / cold): Brass nails, nickel lugnuts and screws, aluminum rods & black washers (AMERICANA materials set) tied & suspended at each X Y Z intersection node

Option 2 (passion / vibrant / red): Red blossom leaves from EBF tied & suspended at each X Y Z intersection node.

Option 3 (serene): use the eucalyptus leaves, round / silver dollar . . .

 

 

Prompt figure to slowly begin a choreographed dance (see Phoenix)

arms, legs and body will inevitably push against or pull on the taut wires and the field of objects suspended in space will bend, lift, and move 1:1 relation to the body's movements. 

+ note all wires need to be held in tension but also have enough slack (perhaps pulley system) to give at least 1' of movement.

+consider this not as a continuous capture of one full period of motion, but a montage of many quick bursts of motion. See chinese military spear training manual from singapore for inspiration for movements. maybe a staff actually would be sick... Anyways, scene 1 = Figure stands at origin 0,0,0. one stroke, field is disturbed and objects are gathered in a certain pattern according to the movement. CUT. scene 2 = revert back to 0,0,0, figure does another motion, and a different gathering pattern is created. Stitch scenes together, repeat. 

 

Still + Video Capture with 6 cameras positioned at all orthogonal locations (Front, Back, Top, Below, Left, Right)

 

Boost exposure and eliminate any indication of wires

 

Playback all 6 videos simultaneously in 2x3 grid

Slow motion?

Slow motion.

 

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Today

I wore a suit but with no belt. And I had to call my dad to have him meet me in the parking lot of the restaurant before we walked in so that he could hand me an extra belt.

And I walked in to the restaurant and no one ever knew.

And when we finished and walked back outside, I took off the belt and handed it back to my dad, got in my car and said good night.

My sister looked down and shook her head in disbelief.

My mom laughed until she snorted.

 

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Today

I had to choose between getting eaten by a great white shark, or getting stung by 10,000 mosquitos.

I had to choose between farts, or burps.

I had to choose between being a shoe, or being underwear.

I had to choose between losing my phone forever, or dying.

 

Oh 8 year olds, your brains are such mysterious balls of absurdity.

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Today

I found a girl who gives a good haircut and I'm going to go back to her from now on. 

 

Life Win

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Hi Karen,

How's it goin? I think I've finally accepted that this ain't ever really happening, so here's my proposal to you:

I'm down to just chat as friends and wind it all back to that 2 or 3 you had mentioned once, coz I think this whole public secret love letters game will probably just make our realities more and more insane over time. For sake of your and my sanity, I think it's time to move away from this medium. What do you think? Think we can just talk as friends? As artists still, but as friends? As muses still, but as a friends?

The 'nothing at all' strategy doesn't seem to be working very well.  It's kind of a forbidden fruit phenomenon for me. Adam and Eve, you know how that story goes. I'm still reading everything you write. And judging from the stuff I'm reading, it seems you might be reading what I'm writing here too. So we've both just snuck our communications to this quiet little asynchronous world of beautiful swimming thoughts here, these secret notes; its damned beautiful - but we're both just lying to ourselves. I think we both know that we're never going to stop making art - not only because I refuse to commit creative suicide (I mean the past 3 weeks has been a re-awakening of words as a medium for me and I'm loving every second of it and I feel hella alive), but also because its frankly impossible. 

So, 

Heheh - this is funny isn't it?

The heart-break and the gushing tragic emotional woes. That was all real, I still feel weird and confusing pangs in the morning. But right now, I'm just thinking that it would be more of a tragedy if our friendship devolved into a one-dimensional world that is exclusively defined as a tragedy. 

What if we just put aside these emotions. They've been felt, acknowledged, analyzed, and to me they've lived their lives. I liked talking to you b/c you were a friend that I could share stupid stories with, banter with, laugh about stupid shit with, and also extract meaning and beauty from the mundane with. And if we isolate the romantic longing (which I triggered into reality to begin with, for which I am sorry), I think a reasonably fine and appropriate type of friendship can still be had. 

How about we both take 8 steps back, breathe, shake hands, and start over?

What do you think?

Roger

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Today

I interviewed at Patreon and realized I had walked into a building of 50+ artists who seemed really chill and fun to work with.

And then my friend texted me about a 5BR house he found with a living room and a backyard and a patio.

Maybe I should spend a year in SF?

Adding another option to 2016...

What the fuck is my life?

Everything changing every second.

I'm a mess?

Nah.

Story of my life.

 

 

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