Thesis exhibit installation shots, I have a few more I'll put up after monday.
2 hollow core doors, bookshelf, painted DVD and book covers/spines, scarves, rope, bucket, golden paint tube (painted to look like a golden paint tube), tape roll (painted to look like a tape roll), acrylic, crayola products, teal rug, three large paper pieces flanked with 90 smaller drawings.
"back pack, coat, human head"
photos taken by Ron Buffington (one of the painting professors at UTC, he is super cool.)
WHERE YOUR HEAD AT?
I figure its worth the effort.
In all aspects of my day-to-day life and studio practice, I am scatterbrained.
I was just worried about you.
No, I'm serious.
Most people are starved for real interaction. Meaningful dialogue, even between people we've known for years, can become strained and awkward.
I should have thought this through.
In this post everything society, lively interaction is drowned out and stunted.
I keep talking, everything keeps spewing out and it's all wrong.
I generally aim to give as little information as possible.
Control is for failures.
This installation depicts both whats in my head and what I see and utilize while Im working. Every thought and image, everything I read, everything I watch in order to escape from what's inside my head, every conversation, all of it is somehow manageably claustrophobic.
I can keep this up a little longer.
Oh my god, what have I done?
Nothing is ever meant to be profound or even slightly interesting alone. But when combined with hundreds of other fragments, in different formats and varying levels of detail, it all amounts to something akin to my life.
I feel as if they know.
Oh shit, I need to stop. I don't know, I need to stop this.
I hope these pointless, uneventful stories leave the viewer feeling shortchanged.
I guess thats how it went, how it played out in my head.