There is no such thing as chance; and what seem to us merest accident springs from the deepest source of destiny. F. Schiller
My mother told me of a spring that she use to swim in as a kid. It was located in the old neighborhood centered around a creek. The last time I hung out in that creek I was 13 years old. My friend had convinced me and another friend to join him in a battle against his brother and his brothers two friends. Within the first 20 minutes of our skirmish across the creek or "ditch" as we called it, I found an actual fiberglass bow tangled in some potato vines. I made some arrows out of all the bamboo that had taken over. I remember being so engaged in actually shooting my friends brother that once I actually landed an arrow. I dont think it pierced his skin, but it shocked me out of my tween addled berzerker head space. Every now and then I recall that story and marvel at the fortune of that bow.
Sunday, September 27, 2015
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Thursday, August 20, 2015
I wrote this and thought it was important. I am not sure it is, but doubt maybe as important as risk taking. -
You have to change the way society evaluates an art education. You have to reinvent the culture from bottom line ledger sheets to bastions of innovation and risk taking. That risk taking is what is particularly appealing about an American arts education
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Veils and curtains have been in my wheel house for a while. I thought I had moved passed them but in a recent exchange with some fellow makers I became inspired to toy with these elements as they relate to theatre. Here is another blog I am keeping-Thoosa, it is a sailboat project. I used plastic sheets for the sail design and explored concepts like pioneering and unknown places. The latest entry was a realization of plastic sheeting as a trope for quarantine and hygiene and the dark side to state authority. The PBS Art 21 interview with Paul McCarthy has him saying that hygiene is the religion of fascism.