Whew!

I've been submerged in an obsessive pursuit of new skills....day job skills. I'm adding "window splashes" to my CK Art Company offerings. It just seems prudent ;-)


Here is an earlier more pictorial one for Edibles in Irvington.

Cellular Memory

monotype, apparently by me, 1981

It's so strange to be re-introduced to work that you don't remember making and don't identify as your own. You try to make a connection, but it's just so creepy. My recently e-mail-reunited college roomie sent this and at first I thought she was mistaken.

I wouldn't make "filler" horizontal lines like that. I wouldn't make an image like this at all. But I know this was made in ink on a zinc plate, and printed. I know how the ink was rolled and fussed to a certain state, and that a combo of linseed oil and ink created another situation, and how the intro of turps both auto-shape the highlight area, and threaten to annhilate it all. I can feel how this painted print was made.

Vote

I'm always struck by the chaos at my local polling site. Usually, I'm the only voter, and this creates quite a flurry for the four or five volunteers. The city has consolidated sites and of course, there's more interest this year, so it was exciting to see fellow voters.

The site is in an elementary school, but they changed the room location within the school. I wandered about looking for signs, backtracked and found the tiniest ballpoint scrawl "vote" with an arrow. Maybe spring for some markers next year?

I find the room. Every voter must wait to be individually greeted, because there are no signs anywhere in the polling site. No indication of where to, or if to, form lines. It takes some time and observation to figure what to do.

Turns out the first person/table we are to go to (she keeps having to get up and physically lead people over to her table because it's the furthest from the entry) checks to see if we're on her list No one is. She says, "you're not on my list". "So which table do I go to?" "That one". "Can I start a line?" (I ask because the arrangement doesn't allow space for both a line and for more voters to enter the room). "yes". I try to form a workable line. I watch as the next person goes through the same process. Only instead of a wave, he gets led over to the line I have now formed. Apparently I have made a difference.

This entire time, the dialogue at my current table has been filling the room. Several elderly people have gone through, and each time must be must asked "Democrat or Republican". The voters can't hear her. She repeats 2-3 times, progressively louder. By the time she shouts this rather private question, there's an awkward moment when the entire room now listens for their answer. They are visibly disturbed.

She had to shout it so loudly to the guy in front of me, that she chuckled a bit. He became very irate and said "I don't see what's so funny about that". He refused to answer. Then finally mumbled something. Once again I think of a big bold marker and some card stock.

Wist-hysteria

More Nozkowski

Thomas Nozkowski at Pace Wildenstein.

Thomas Nozkowski at Pace Wildenstein

Thomas Nozkowski at Pace Wildenstein. This work is soooo good.

Art Parade

Here are photos from Saturday's "On Procession" art parade. The parade route began at each end of Virginia Avenue, and was to meet over the I-65 overpass. I naively thought the plan was to let the parade run together and crash. This was not the plan. It still made a great visual having it pass in two directions.
This guy on bike with empty gas tanks was very funny - It moved faster and made a different sound from everything else, it was so labor-lax, and yet it made this startling impact.
human pinatas...
guy in a sensory deprivation suit receiving transmitted signals - the site which had info on this guy is gone -anyone reading this that knows more?

I'm not 100% certain, but I believe there was nudity.