Almost Framous (yeah, sorry about that)

8 sheets of BFK, 30" x 22"
6 cut mats, 27.5/8" X 19.5"
6 frames, 31" x 23"
2 clear, fabric rulers, 29"
1 t-square, 49"
1 ruler, 12"
1 cutting mat, 35" x 23"
1 x-acto knife
1 pair scissors
1 butter knife
1 dust-buster
1 roll paper towel
1 roll linen hinging tape
1 spray-bottle windex
and of course, a sharpie marker.



I have so much framed work laying around my house, it's ridiculous. I haven't worked a proper job in three months. I've got 28 pieces going up in two separate shows, booked a block away from each other. They will come together like Voltron to form a dual-optic, art-hole in the fabric of space.



And the Arthole says. "The Solid Black expression of the systaltic understanding we call awareness. Structured order and it's relationship to other structural relationships in order to express meaning or emotion."



But can a Blackness really ever just be a solid. Solid doesn't really happen in our universe. Even the densest matter has vast amounts of space inside of it.



I suppose you could argue that this vast space is probably black.



The new prints are a black silkscreen run (of course) with thin, almost
transparent, grey layers of mist. I really like how the white lines
move into the figures and integrate the different layers into these
weird, combined spatial planes. I love the hands and limbs that
embrace the mist layer. I guess all those carved, lattice screens in
the desert did more for me than I thought. It also kinda justifies
all the time I spend staring at my reflection in the window when I'm
outside smoking.



I love a good word-play thrown in, so all the new mist prints are titled
as "missed" actions. Stuff that has escaped your realm of
reminiscence. I guess it's more a representation of still feeling the
flavor of memories you no longer possess.



How stories felt,
how rules of forgotten games informed your youthful models for social
interaction,
the last of the small victories that added up to one large one,
forgetting to remember dreams. . .