My smartphone is incredibly useful, but recently I find that I can't stop staring at it. I even find it hard to concentrate on other things for long periods of time without checking my phone to see if anyone had contacted me, or liked something. So I thought it would be fun for a day to not have my phone, to get lost, try a restaurant that might have bad reviews, have no idea what time it is, and to experience something without having a camera attached to my body. Humans have lived without cellphones for thousands of years, I think I can survive 12 hours. I would love if you would join me on May 26, 2018 from 10am to 10pm
Chairbelt is a belt that unfolds into a chair. My patent has been pending on this invention for several months, but I decided to not complete the patent process. After having a long conversation with Luke Idziak, I realized that I never want to block access to anyone who would like to make a Chairbelt, for any reason. That would be devastating. I have published the provisional patent on my website to made the idea open-source: so anyone who wants to make a Chairbelt, can make a Chairbelt.
from belt to chair
Sometimes when I need to blow off steam at the art studio, I wander around the Dogpatch with my camera. I have found it hysterically amusing to take existing street & business signs, and photograph only parts of words or sentences. This creates a completely different meaning, for example: a sign that says "affordable self storage" changes into one that says "affordable self." Frequently, I am transforming very heavy-handed sinister signs into signs that are playful and amusing. For some of these signs after I crop out words, I recombine them later on the computer to create a new hybrid sign: the sign that says "notice" suddenly becomes "not ice." These new signs have been printed out in a large scale and are sometimes placed next to the originals, so keep an eye out in Dogpatch!
"AFFORDABLE SELF STORAGE"
NO RAGE WEDNESDAY
"NO STORAGE ALLOWED"
THE NOON PIE
"THE FRED NOONAN BUILDING - PIER 70"
I noticed one day that Facebook started doing rip-off Ed Rusha color filters with Helvetica text for anyone to format their posts with. I found it both obnoxious and incredibly irritating: another misappropriation of an artists work being commercialized and resold. I woke up angry and cynical one morning and wrote some poetry in this format. I repeated the clichés of my Facebook feed, with the tone of a perjorative self-improvement guide. It was a very cathartic experience.
All You Need to be Happy
Photographers and DJs
I have noticed this trend all over San Francisco where graffiti is painted over in different wall colors, and, as a result, a pretty good painting is created. Unintentionally, these painted walls resemble paintings of famous abstract expressionists. I could not resist taking a photograph, and then could not resist printing the photograph on canvas. Afterwards, I coated the canvases with resin, leaving a very textured clear layer on top of the paintings. Resin also has a very specific art-market/art-fair veneer, and the paintings became suddenly transformed into consumer items. Sometimes when I'm left alone with the paintings I can't decide if the actual painting is the printer ink or the resin, or the painting that is depicted. After I capture the images, the original wall space is either repainted or sprayed again with graffiti -when this happens, the representation takes over the real.
The invisibility mask is a two-way mirror mask. The person wearing the mask can see out of it, but anyone outside of the mask cannot see in. Instead see their own reflection.
Since publishing this project, I have discovered other Bay Area artists who have also implicated mirrors with their bodies: Paul Taylor with his #selfiesuit, and Randy Sarafan who installed a #selfie mirror at Pier 9, San Francisco.
There is something about both of these projects that I find very constitutive to what it means to have a self in the Bay Area at this time. I keep having this sinking feeling when I’m in public and staring at my cell phone, that I am no longer just the body in the BART station, but I have become multiplied in perpetuity on the internet. My external appearance, my clothes, my hair, no longer fully reflect my reality or my being. What these artists are doing by affixing these mirrors to their bodies, is taking the self that is multiplied, and translating that multiplication to their appearance in reality. There is always a strange distance between how we appear to the world around us, and how we feel deep inside of ourselves. Closing that gap allows us to communicate more effectively with those around us. Paul Taylor told me that when he wears the suit, he becomes more gregarious and able to communicate with strangers. The mirrors, in this sense, become a kind of drag, not in the sense of performing ones gender, but in a sense of allowing someone to perform their self. We are able to become, with the mirrors, a constantly shifting reflection of what is around us.
With the use of the 2 way mirror, I have taken this project down another road. The 2 way mirror not only multiplies my surroundings, but also obfuscates my being —I am in public but I choose to no longer be myself, and when you attempt to judge me by my appearance, you only succeed at seeing yourself. There is a longing for a latency in comprehension. I yearn to delay the trappings of my identification, while I find myself embedded in the reflection of my surroundings. -May 6, 2018
The greatest gifts, they say, are the ones that we want for ourselves. When I graduated from college I became obsessed with gift giving. I had this idea that giving art would take the pressure off my art practice, and in a way it did. I was able to make something outside of the institution, but it got weird. I took it too far. I went through a stage where I was telling people what gifts I wanted. I started giving too much all the time. Rather than negotiate house chores, I would do all of them. It began to make people uncomfortable, that was palpable, and I started to feel that I was valued less as a person. People like to work for their social interactions, I learned, they don’t want approval right away.
In the midst of this gift giving era, I had a friend who worked for a high-profile art gallery. She was one of the lucky ones, having the job that the rest of us dreamed about. She was miserable. She wanted a promotion. I had an idea, at the time, that if I gave her flowers she would be perceived as being more valuable and would get a promotion. She had also been talking a lot about the lack of womens' representation in galleries, so I thought that it would be very funny to sneak a piece in. So I ordered flowers, anonymously, from one of those internet companies advertising in the margins of my browser. I wrote the most flattering thing I could think of, something along the lines of, “you are my greatest distraction and my biggest fear.” If anyone ever said that to me, especially anonymously, it would be a dream come true. The greatest gifts, they say, are the ones that we want for ourselves.
What happened after the flowers was a cascade of events that are not my story to tell. What I will tell you is that another woman at the gallery had her husband send her the same flowers. I will also tell you that my friend never guessed that I would be the one who would send her the flowers. When I told her she was very surprised, but grateful that it happened.
We are no longer friends, sadly, for other reasons. I almost never told this story. I thought that by redacting her name, I could finally tell what really happened: it wouldn’t be about her. After a friendship ends, you almost wonder if anything during that friendship ever really happened, if it was real. I am not surprised that it's over -what is that parable about the man who had everything, gave it all away, had nothing, and then ceased to exist? Was that a true story? What if the moon becomes so heavy, it falls to Earth?
I decided to bite my cheek. What happened is more important than any dissolution of any relationship. It is important to me because of the assumption I had made at the onset of this piece:
I assumed that when you give a woman flowers it increases her value. I assumed that when you give a woman a diamond it increases her value. I assumed that when you buy a woman dinner, tell her that she’s beautiful, pay $50,000 for a wedding, it increases her value. We have commodified women by giving them objects to reflect how much they are worth to us. It is so deeply ingrained that I did not even think about it. It took me years to realize how weird it was that I thought that flowers could beget a job promotion.
I never questioned my assumption, when ordering the flowers, that when you give a woman flowers it increases her value.
Inspired by Paul Ekman, Faces was a subversion to normative facial expressions, exploring the limen of the face and how it communicates. This performance happened in front of an audience of 20-30 people moving throughout the space.
A performance from July 22, 2011
Exhibition: Million Dollar Pool Home
Published in LA Telephone Book 2011
The phenomonology of numbers: working on comprehending accretion through numbers attaining qualia.
The following is a combination of colored-pencil on paper drawings & computer drawings.
Every dot represents the number 1.
Every hair on a human head: 117,649 hairs
Every dot is a photo of hair under a microscope. Image is printed on metal 40" by 40"
Hair on Human Head close up
detail of the images of hair
Hair on Human Head close up
detail of the images of hair
Performance from March 2007. These are for all the times you need to sit down and there are no chairs around!
I heard that a company is now creating high-tech versions of these: http://www.geek.com/news/this-exoskeleton-is-a-chair-you-wear-1602598/ I call copyright.