Am I blogging yet? Am I a “Blogger”? not quite. I wouldn’t yet consider myself a significant part of the “blogosphere” or any “blogoverse” but here is my attempt at publicly airing my concerns and ideas for general consumption. Generally I work in a kind of off the cuff manner, so I think that this process should be interesting for me.
This is my last semester of gradauate school and as a part of our seminar this semester, we are all undertaking this exciting experiment in fancypantsness for our own personal betterment. I myself intended to start a blog long ago and have of course put it off until it has been mandated, but, better late than never right?… right.
I’ve had the Flu for about a week now and can’t really talk so maybe writing a bit will be good for me. I try to see the best in things (sometimes… rarely… ok, no i don’t) but this seems like a downright crummy time for me to have the Flu.
As a thesis student this semester, my involvement in the projects of our seminar is slightly less than it has been in the past. Personally, I have always gained a lot in my own work from the assignments and exercises that we are given in these seminars. The current project assigned to the group is about the idea of “shelter”, and while I am not currently working toward that piece (I am in the middle of a new piece that i’m pretty excited about… I’ll explain later) I have been thinking a lot about it as it directly relates to much of the work that I have made over the last year. Recently, Sylvie Rosenthal and I have been toying with the idea of proposing a fort making class to either Penland or Haystack. I will be Assisting a course at Haystack this summer and hope that I can make some good connections while there and maybe scope out some good locations. There is something about these makeshift personal shelters that appeals to most everyone.
This is a small chapel that my friend made for his mother in the middle of the woods on his farm in Pennsylvania. I’m just about the opposite of a religious person, but this place has always been very powerful for me. His father is buried next to it. I remember watching that happen. He made the stained glass and the architectural sculptures that adorn it as well as designing and building the structure from wood and materials on the farm. its an amazing place. If there is a possibility for shelter to be some combination of literal structure and spiritual comfort, this is it.
I think that if I were working on this shelter assignment with the rest of the class, I would be approaching it quite literally. that just seems to be how I do things. i think I’d like to build a front porch off of one of the main campus buildings. something real rustic and down home and maybe slap a rocking chair on it. I’m interested in the way that shelter so often means protecting ourselves from our surroundings. I’d like to play with an idea that didn’t cut us off but created a new sort of interaction with those surroundings. how can we feel in our element without retreating from another?
I guess this all really ties into the work that I have been making and am working on toward my thesis exhibition. in my most recent piece, and probably in the next few as well, I have become more interested in the idea of mapping. more specifically, I’m fascinated by the possibilities posed by satellite software like Google Maps and Google Earth.
This is a photograph taken from a satellite and accessed online of a section of houses in the Neighborhood of Del Cerro, directly across the freeway from the SDSU art building. I am doing a piece based on a map of this neighborhood and the locations of these swimming pools. I think that this image really gets at the idea of shelter for me and how really abstract the notion can be. The home is to most people the ultimate shelter. However, the changing world can both intrude on that old sense of shelter, as well as open up arenas for new types of shelter. Some people never feel sheltered within their home, but a lot of people now find shelter in the new personalities afforded by the internet and its various worlds.
here I am on my childhood front porch: a place for me that, even though my parents have moved, will always embody shelter.