Sunday, December 12, 2010

back breaking

I know I have been lagging in posting. I have been making things happen.
I just feel that I need to at least address the media issue right now. Human expression is something that is protected under some governments and denied under others. People express information through media. Media includes contextual landscapes and technology. The action always goes back to the person and the translation of information in media. Foot prints in sand is a translation of time and being in media. Displacement and change of ink and pixels is a way to translate and convey information through media. The documentary was current until last week. please share.



Fuck media control.

Monday, November 15, 2010

writing on the walls.

This installation project by
slovakian artist roman ondák is a living infographic. By plotting of visitors’ heights, the mean
will become increasingly apparent over the four months at the temporary stedelijk.
I am in love with the layering and personal interaction. This reminds me of the playroom we had in the basement of the house I grew up in where when my friends came over we would document our heights and our names amongst other self-expression graffiti. It's something so simple that every age can understand yet the implied aspects are phenomenal. I am curious to know if there is a stop animation or other documentation for this piece to then become a piece on its own.

I also wanted to bring up mr. Mel Bochner's work in relation to this. Though one could see it as artistic antics, I feel his work as a precedent is really powerful and playful.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

what is a paradigm?

We keep talking about shifting it but ... what is it.. Georgio- take it away!



also- when will metaphor be dead in architecture? aka when are we going to stop using metaphor as means to creating the real? or even why are we just not creating the "metaphor" in the first place...

Saturday, October 16, 2010

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ASSume the worst.

new poem!

Leas(t) Renewal Line

Your pine cone fiction-airs lost me on the highways to Georgia and back. I was saving bricks for your motor-less boat fantasies but the overnight drive took away your libido. I wore out some other rubber made man parts with my wicked insides. Your tips didn’t miss much, just maybe 4 hours of reproduction. I heard you say

it is

a waste of electrical endeavors but when the bitch can lick her gaping wounds the only remedy is a cork. The lunch box is in the fridge next to my aromatic arches aching for some structure or support and other things your bubble gum vending machine fingers relentlessly forget. There might be some sweets and nothing home right

about time

the dogs swallow these meat feeding paws. If it was tears you were after, those legs should have left the shoes in my mouth and the door crooked. Naked or not, knock knock jokes can’t win a watermelon at this un-fair ground. Are you wondering

that I

haven’t lost all my change of heart and pennies to a grown man? Too bad movies are more romantic when insensitive sound makers are directing. Ever hear the story of the goat and the porcupine. The porcupine only died when it did know realize it had to

live alone.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Monday, September 20, 2010

park(ing) day pittsburgh 2010

The SNOW IS COMING!!!!!!!!! Here is our installation for Park(ing)Day in Pittsburgh! Check out the website as well with links to other wonderful parks!