Monday, April 4, 2011


Locals emerging from their blind.The site , I am imagining is a focal point for many people in the area who share this space for the same purpose. Smoking and drinking. It is a mutually conceived sanctuary, an "open" space, secluded from all intrusion. This group illusion (test group A) is thin and ludicrous, because they are easily viewed from any direction. The illusion is supported by the voluntary blindness of all other users of the park (test group B). Group A is the smaller of the two groups, but is by far the most destructive. They regularly set open fires, litter and destroy vegetation and have set large section of the park on fire. I see myself as the unknown variable (UV).How will my intrusions affect the interactions and perceptions of this figmental open space. It is obvious that my diggings create the most active and aggressive responses. The reasons may be twofold:1) the digging is a direct alteration of what is wrongly recognized as private property and; 2) it is a baffling reconfiguring without apparent reason.

In other words, UV is absolutely irrational and unreasonable and therefore viewed as a completely indefensible act and must be regarded as hostile! We all know that UV 's are bad for sensitive skin.






















2 comments:

  1. Do the writings tell a story or just random?

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  2. the poem is titled "dog" from Lawerence Ferlinghetti's Coney Island of the Mind. It is the account of a street smart dog who
    "trots freely in the street
    and sees reality
    and the things he sees
    are bigger than himself
    and the things he sees
    are his reality..."

    since these particular photos, taken on Monday I have covered approximately 30 square feet with base coats and have circumscribed the poem which a cartoonish rendering of a dog. Unfortunately ther e is alot of glare because I have been applying a series of protective polyuretene coats. It also is starting to create a degree of layered depth as I paint and draw over each poly-coat.
    Around the poem I have drawn skulls with speech ballons with "My Space!" written in them in English, Spanish, Vietnamese, Chinese and Amaric. It is a social pun on the human invention of space in its physical, psychological and electronic states.

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