Sunday, April 19, 2009

Where I Stand






Here is were I was placed by Political Compass. The graph shows it. Yeah, that's right . . . don't fuck with me because I might peacefully protest with a permit holding tastefully created signs that are self congratulatory. If we don't see eye to eye oh yeah you can expect that there will be long conversations over coffee about how we can possibly accept each others differences (i.e. I will judge you with my acceptance because if I really accepted than I wouldn't need to talk to you about our "differences"). Don't mess with me.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

I'm Calling it a Retreat


My art show scheduled for May at Q Center has been postponed until October. I'm kinda happy about it because I'm trying a few new things and hoping they work as far as keeping clarity goes.

I just started to take a sleeping medication, which I love because I never really want to go to my bed. I guess really I fear going to bed. In the last 5 and half years my bed has been a bit of a horror show because sometimes I could feel something on it. I could feel something moving on it like foot steps or some sort of a weight next me as I try to get to sleep. I try to concentrate on something else, but needless say it is a little distracting when you're trying to sleep. I forgot how nice it is to get a really good nights sleep.

Not having to show until October will give me the chance to focus on other things and really try to implement some healthier choices for myself. I would prefer for this work to be a reflective piece of a previous history and not a current one. Although if it ends up being a current one that would be ok.

There are 9 pieces in this series that catalog my experience at NARA's residential treatment center. I created them as a response to whatever I was feeling that week, and I was there for 9 weeks. I didn't have any art supplies except for some charcoal pieces and pencils. I used whatever I had available on site, so that is why there is cardboard, tree debris, and mole skin paper. I'm very happy with this work and I think I might call the series "Not For the Fire Circle" because since NARA is native focused many there thought I was creating things to be burned as a sacrament for the ceremonial Fire Circle. They also appear to be ready to be burned, something that might be used to start a fire.

The writing on the scrolled paper is a phrase or two of what I was thinking about that week. So the first week I was really wondering about judgements. I, and everyone else there, would ask what is your drug of choice, are you court ordered, is this your first time at a treatment center. All of this information goes into our personal files to place people in categories we feel comfortable with. "Oh, you're a heroin addict who just got out of prison and was court ordered to be at NARA and it's your 4th time through, nice to meet you." I also noticed that the staff/counselors would respond too quickly to peoples questions/confessions to the point that they already knew what to say and were on judgment autopilot.


People See What They Need To See, But It Doesn't Change What It Is.





The first piece I created from a green box I found in the recycling bin. And then I started collecting willow and bark and taking small pieces of wood from the wood pile to be sanded and then drawn on. Once I put them together I began to scroll paper and place them in the willow bound bundle. People would come up and ask what is it, and I would ask them to guess. Most said it was something for the Fire Circle. I realized in the context of being on 17 acres near the river at a Native focused treatment center they would be more apt to want to see it as something relevant to the space.

After asking folks what they saw I realized that we see what we want to see, so I started to write three sentences over and over, "People see what they want to see, but it doesn't change what it is. People see what they have to see, but it doesn't change what it is. People see what they need to see, but it doesn't change what it is." I felt this captured how I was judging folks or at least placing them in convenient boxes.


Everything I Have, My Whole Life, Depends On One Thing?





We Affirm We Have The Power - side view





We Are At Home Here





We Are At Home Here - side view





I've been debating on naming the show, "I"m Calling It A Retreat" because it was a way to get away nearly completely.

I look forward to having the show in October and maybe I'll make some similarly themed worked because creating these are very calming and meditative.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Paint chip gifts

I've been going to Lowe's lately just collecting paint samples. I posted previously how we decorated my mom's tree this year using paint samples as the gifts and ornaments and I'm trying see what else I can make. I'm sure tons, but here are some images that I didn't add when I blogged about it earlier. I think I'd like to make some monsters or butterflies for my friend's daughter's room.

The lit tree



Ornament - Colors used for table and hovel



Ornaments - Wood was scrap from hovel



Gifts



Gifts



Gifts



I was clearing photos from my camera and was reminded of these.

Chairs

Here are a few before and after pics of the chairs I'm working on. There are a total of 29 chairs and this last week I just worked on sanding most of them. I had 3 completed already before this weekend for my mom's vacation rental apartment, so that is what I'm showing you. The remaining chairs I will hopefully have done this next weekend and they'll end up being a version of sky blue.

Before







Here is what they will look like, but blue.



Thursday, April 09, 2009

The Royal ReRun

Spending the weekend in McMinnville to do a little work in the shop on a group of chairs purchased over at ReRun. My mom had purchased 3 chairs initially and then she bought 5 more. My sister ended up buying 19 of these all of which I'll be refurbishing. While I was over there to get the first 3 chairs with my mom there was a woman who was bringing in boxes for consignment. As she was coming in she had a box and was struggling with the door for a little bit. I was heading out to look at the chairs we were putting on hold and opened the door for her. There had been a few people around that hadn't helped her with the door and as I hold it open for the gal she tells how happy chivalry isn't dead and how several people didn't help her. I hate when people bring up chivalry, which just underlines the view of the helpless female and the male as protector. The only thing I thought to say was that we should all just help each other. She tells me, "Isn't that the truth." But I think it was gendered lens of help she was thinking of.

I hate "ladies first" and especially when people demand it. Maybe if people forget about "ladies first" they won't view themselves as protectors or those that need protecting. Or I guess it is more like "treat her like royalty and she'll put out." I guess the origins are much more on the exchange of things of the old I'll do this for you, but you'll owe me.

I'll be working on the chairs this weekend and I'll post pics as I get them. 3 chairs are finished in orange and I'll be doing one more in orange and the remaining 23 in blue. A lot of sanding, priming, painting, and watching paint dry.

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Type . . . Backspace . . . Type, Type, Type

Something's got to change and I have to go back to the old drawing board to figure it out. I think I can be satisfied with dissatisfaction or at least that's what I tell one of my therapists. Maybe some intense garden time could be nice or maybe a new shop project. I've got to figure this out though.