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From Patrick Jame’s Eccentric Abstraction show in April.  No idea how to title this piece.  Its wire, rope, and veneer wood.  That is Breckyn Drescher during a dance performance at the opening lying on the ground.  Mizz JADE dragged out as Yayoi Kusama sitting next to my boob machine.

I welded a 6 foot high stool (with piping and sheet metal if you must know.)

This is an I Spy Brynn and I made last week.  Key is in the next post.

This is metal.  I’m just tryna delete this photo from my camera without feeling bad. 

This is metal.  I’m just tryna delete this photo from my camera without feeling bad. 

Cute things made of balsa wood.  Put them together on a wonky armature then ripped them free to be as sassy as any screen could.

How fucking cool is that.  More alginate casts.  One is glass and the other is aqua resin.

I took a mold of a large boob in dental algenate.  Many steps later, I filled plaster boob molds with layers of latex, creating a boob-bag.  I then filled said bags with fruit loops and sewed them shut.  The feeling of sewing latex is akin to what I often imagine sewing skin would feel like.  The machine is made of wooden eccentric cams that push rods on which the boobs are attached.  They are cut so that when they reach the peak, they fall allowing the boobs to bounce.  The right boob moves one cycle per 5 cycles on the left.  I am not sure what this is about.  I wanted to make something that made me laugh, and there’s something funny about things that move up and down.  I’ll think more another time.

MS PAINT IS HARD.  

MS PAINT IS HARD.  

These are a series of anonymous letters to anonymous recipients.  It will be an ongoing project, but these a few of the first batch.  The only instructions I gave participants when I gave them an envelope with only a return address and a piece of paper was to write on the paper.  I was interested to see if the envelope would tip them that it was a letter.  I really can’t believe how few people got it.  I was mostly interested to see how people use the anonymity through mail, and to see if it would look like the way they used the internet.  I think people felt more accountable using their own hands, because every single letter was kind.  I’m sending them tomorrow, so I will put the responses up when and if they begin to come in!

EDIT: I dropped of about fifteen of them in San Francisco, in the Mission and in Sunset, and in San Carlos, and I felt sad and scared doing it.  I felt sorry in all the ways I could mean that I felt sorry.  I had to google it to make sure but I am sure.  I will continue anyway, and I will record how it feels the next times.