First, some Bach. Then, “The ‘Declaration of I Don’t Understand’ in Which I Feel Like an Insect”; “Incipient Variant in Petri-Dish”; “One”, and “Two”, and “Three”; Student Incubator at CVAG

Today’s music: Bach, The Art of Fugue

The ‘Declaration of I Don’t Understand’ in Which I Feel Like an Insect
insect closeup
insect closer-up
Existential Crisis 1
Existential Crisis 2
Existential Recovery
Existential Stability
The Genesis of “Incipient Variant in Petri-Dish”
New Year Baby, January 1, 2022, 7:03 pm. (aka Incipient Variant)
“Incipient Variant in Petri-Dish”

One, Two, Three

These next three, just playing around. I wanted to see if I could create expression with very simple elements, no internal interpretive cues. I’m currently reading a book called “Asemic: The Art of Writing”; I am being influenced by the idea of asemics, markmaking that looks like some sort of writing, calls the viewer to attempt to interpret the marks/lines by trying to “read” them, but of course they are not representative of any particular language, but merely representative of the “act” of writing and in that way these lines tend to foreground the “art” of writing.

I am attracted to this, and have been for a long time. So far, I’ve tried to work with a depiction of eyelashes, and maybe a way to go with eyelashes is to make them look “asemic”, as if the printed eyelashes are some sort of language that refers to the inexpressible. The more I engage with visual expression in the form of image-making, both 2D and 3D, the more I recognize that like language, both oral and written, there is an interstices that can’t be breached, can’t be expressed. The idea, the feeling, the emotion, lies somewhere beyond words, beyond mark-making, beyond line. Maybe it is somewhat like the extremes of grief and ecstasy.

So, I shall begin more consciously to explore this beyond place, this ineffable and mutable truth.


Today, January 8, our 3D design class installed our projects at the CVAG. Here are a couple of photographs of my part.

The day was bright and there are too many reflections on the window to adequately see.
The entities related to the moment of death have converged/are converging