This morning I walked around a lake with my dog, trying to feel like the first person there. While I am more comfortable in nature than anywhere I could feel how to be a settler alone with my family could be a terrifying experience To appreciate life and find peace it is helpful to understand how we think and live. This is the focus of my work. Our environment shapes us, and none more so than the American mind, we are all refugees unless full blood Indian. The landscape of the West, where I was born is all space, where you can see for miles, any threats can be assessed. The East coast is an intimidating landscape, full of trees, hollows, coves, bays, small hills, a place where ‘Indians lurk behind every tree ready to rape women and kill.” Americans still prefer to move and travel in groups: to be alone is to be considered strange. And, Americans are safer than any any country, protected by oceans, yet they are one of the most fearful of all peoples. My Facebook page and website blog are like a puzzles. One of the reasons I posted the Centerville Ball Gown exhibit is because to be covered in fine fabric and jewels and dance until dawn was and still is the apex of most feminine desire. Women educate their families, over meals, while they groom their children, and fight with their husbands they teach them how to live. The fears we harbor are usually taken from our family, most directly from our mothers. Propaganda, social skills and beliefs are handed down. I wanted to revisit the East coast, a sort of backward pilgrimage, among other things, to sort out the American mind. It is a work in progress.….more soon… link to exhibit below...
I have been moving about the America east coast Cape Cod area, from Martha's Vineyard to Centerville (where I found this image and title in the local Centerville shipwreck exhibit) and now, next week, to Hyannis. Working multiple jobs and living in numerous places with my dog, I found myself on an odyssey of the American soul. To be exact, I felt myself to be a survivor of a shipwreck, landed on strange shores...more about all this later...
Wampum and Noepe 2017 (3 more drawings coming soon) In nature, evolution is aided by asemic design, it is camouflage and communication. Man uses design to his own end. Martha's Vineyard is called Noepe, ‘land amid the streams' by local Wampanoag, where I produced these four drawings. The Wampanoag are still chief producers of 'wampum', currency and barter, a valuable record of tribal pacts and history, tribal status and personal identification. Wampum is polished clam shells of a beautiful violet-lavender-indigo. When the white man figured out how to dye and polish white shells they flooded the market with false wampum causing inflation and the end of wampum as early American currency. These drawings have been named Wampum and Noepe for several reasons: a study by the Martha's Vineyard Commission found that the cost of living on the island is 60% higher than the national average, and housing prices are 96% higher. There are 15,000 inhabitants on Martha's Vineyard swelling to 100,000 in summer. An army of an extra 25,000 imported workers service the vacationing wealthy. Workers share houses and sleep four to a room. The island is accessible only by air or boat so that 56% of homes are used a few weeks of the year. Locals struggle for housing and year round employment. Beaches and certain lands are restricted or private. I lived and worked there for five weeks, and had several jaw-dropping jobs. More about that later, and my recording of a 75 year old local man on the island commission speaking about the gross inequality and his personal creative solutions. This is a short video, Welcome (to the underbelly of the beast) in editing. I arrived from the bloated, military industrial complex economy of the San Francisco Peninsula. And I became aware of this particular recreational wave of the future, pushing people further into the riptide separating the extremely wealthy from the poor. Lanaquarelle paper, gouache, watercolor, ink, graphite, personal rubber stamps. 9 x 12 in., 23 x 30.5 cm.
Confidential 0P 2017 https://vimeo.com/226757343 ...considers our prospects for a Disney ending in the lost empire's attacks on privacy and examines the confidentiality of the post. With mail artist Rafael Gonzalez, composer Blaine Reininger, uber mechanic Brad Gigliotti, and performer Christa Hunter.
...update in transit: last month I moved from San Francisco, California to the Cape Cod area and I deleted my blog working on my iPad...meanwhile the video Confidential 0P is seriously almost complete and later will post some screen grabs. I promised it mid-summer but didn't know I was moving.... I have a surprise international viewing of one of my earlier videos coming up...new drawings almost complete...and hunting/gathering info and shots for the video, WELCOME(to the underbelly of the Beast), from last month's travel.