Four More Daze

Thursday is the last day of my first semester of grad school. The grad studio is about as cluttered as our heads.



There's a funny thing that happens when you only take pictures of the spaces and things that you've been spending every minute of the day around. They look like photos of your own hands.





I'll spend the next couple days cutting out these printed and drawn elements, mounting them together and, maybe doing a little cleaning before I winter in Ohio.



1.
The hand is commonly recognized as an idiomatic symbol that indicates physical awareness. When information is obvious it is "as clear as the hand in front of your face." When you are immersed in total darkness you "cannot see your own hand in front of you."

Isn't it odd that our social atmosphere obsesses and identifies with arbitrary individual body parts yet uses the common hand, seldom an object of bodily fetishism, to signify such an essential conception as what we are consciously aware of?



2.
Words are like water. They always flow to the lowest level. People can only attend to what their understanding consents. If words could rise to their explicit intent, they would well up into the atmosphere with the energetic heat of proficient communication and form clouds like audible thought bubbles that could be seen for miles.

However, even these impossible-to-miss billows of phrase would reach a state of saturation and eventually rain words back down to the point of least competence.





Time to work, yo.