“a man’s feelings are more rational than his mind” -Ralph Ellison
so first of all - I’M PISSED OFF -it’s so perturbing when I come back to Texas and see countless trucks and SUVs with “my son is in the US army” on the side of their bumper. So I spent all of June building a large video sculpture installation piece for such hypocrites in their gas-guzzlers, only perpetuating our dependence on foreign oil. the words spoken by this dead soldier figure are from Conrad’s Heart of Darkness; this is re-edited to see the video as is, and at the end the sculpture in its space. Click here to watch
THIS BOOK IS CHANGING ME LIFE!
so we all saw Me and You and Everyone We Know, and went “back and forth” for a while, she stayed in the NY art scene with her performance/installation pieces, and then she re-appeared in the New Yorker in this year’s summer fiction issue with “Roy Spivey” which had me sprint to buy this book. It’s got me in tears from heartbreak in stories like “The Man on the Stairs” (about a woman lost in her wants and fears) as well as laughter with “The Swim Team” (with has a woman giving swimming lessons in her living room with old people dipping their heads in bowls of water, paddling across the room). Installation artist, performance artist, filmmaker, and now sick-ass writer - Miranda is my heroine, in fact, she’s inspired me to do a massive installation piece showing soon in San Antonio. Point is - buy this book, it’ll change your life.
I live in San Antonio (for the summer) and so all I hear about everywhere is the Spurs. It makes absolutely no difference to me if they win or lose, and I can’t see why it would to anybody else not directly involved with the NBA, but the whole city still goes insane over it. Why? You tell me. ::”teenage riot” by Sonic Youth:: Click here to watch
WHERE HAVE I BEEN?! I’ve been making the move back to Texas from NY for the summer and trying to find some production jobs, and attempting to situate myself into an old world. But today is the 10th anniversary Jeff Buckley’s death and like anyone who hears his voice, it’s easy to fall in love and grow an unhealthy obsession. With particular appreciation for his song, “What Will You Say,” which has lately been quite relevant being quite separated from my family, and those times when they come to see me in NY, I feel exceptionally trepidatious , intimidated, ambivalent and unsure of our ties. This song allowed me to understand those feelings a little more closely and continues to resonate as I reside in TX. May Jeff rest in peace and his message keep echoing. Click here to watch
it’s funny how a little rain can pour down so many memories, (in this case, a friend’s memory). ::”summer water” by Colleen:: Click here to watch
just like the Godard assignment before, I’m taking the same story, (”Babe in Paradise”), but this time employing the more weighted, paced style of Antonioni. Click here to watch
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