Doner #1

One of the doners ( my pops) came to visit me, he walked right by it, then walked through the entire gallery and then saw me and started to laugh very, very hard.

my mum( doner #2) was in BC, so she couldn't visit her precious individual.


there were a couple of things about this project that surprised me one was how startled people got when the saw me. A lot of this was a result of the location but even after that people were still very taken back by the splitting of my body. I think that is in part a result of the use of the connotations and expectations of a pedestal. I felt fairly normal in the box until i saw pictures. Then I was able to understand and place what people were saying. this sense of surprise is important and ( emotion) allows the piece to be more accessible.


As a human " bust" was able to make the roles of subject and object interchangeable. the structure forced me into the role of an object while the fact that i was moving, talking, listening etc made me the subject again. The space around me also became activated in a new way because those who weren't comfortable were forced all the way against the wall (across from me). While some people I didn't even know came very very close or touched me. I guess i didn't really expect that.

One thing that I was hoping for is that I would be come a type of monument or meeting place. this happened consistently through out my time there. People started by talking to me and then to each other, slowly forgetting about me. Being stuck there I became an audience for people who passed by and weren't rushed. I spent a lot of time talking to people who I normally wouldn't( like the administrates).

Excreta Excreta Excreta


sorry this is such a mess I'm kind of brain storming.

final display:



close up of the 3 pictures to the right of the pedestal.





and something you can read in real life but not legible on the internet:

more documentation and a few things i like.

a few closeups:

materials: bricks, ceramic slip, 1 inch glass, and buttons.

just other stuff.
center of the universe

same process as dress but amazing results if the text could be understood as a writing/ drawing tool. next semester.
power dust, ashes form firing. cruchy skin flakes.

explosion

still one my my favorite things.

these objects were really hard in the end. I mean i still have them and don't feel like i can really get rid of them but when they break I don't get upset. I guess i'd like to stll work with in this matter in the future.

things wroth considering:

power puff surprise ball, floating enterprise.

empty spaces. the dress at the top was by far the most interesting piece. in the making and the result.

the sunny life in LA

for my crit I showed this series of tests, I found it hard to work with such still objects like this. I have a desire to put ribbons( stars, bangs, flashing SHIT) on everything. I'm still working with these objects, and trying to figure out how to display objects. try to make the work sparkle without that extra flash.

This is a precession:

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there were four of us.

so we brought our sweating hands over to a sunny room in sculpture, as we walked in we stepped on crumbling ceramics.

above is a room of the entire room., the dress( the piece on the glass) was placed on the rocky brick towers.

this is a dress from the pictures of the church. the dress is on astroturf. kind of melting, kind of leaning. LA DEATH.

This was WILD piece. (but no one liked it) there was a pulley system that pulled pulled the "pants" up and then sweater and then pulled them together. as they clashed and bounced ash fell out of them.

the things that i found the most interesting was the residue. the ash and crackle.

Baby melts at church

these are some pictures i took of the dress knocking on God's front door.

At first I was interested in these objects bringing attention to positive space. But they are more interesting as self-contained environments then separate spaces. could they make you feel like you are on the inside of these spaces?

here are some more picutres that draw attention to what is missing:

the below picture looks like some sort of gesture or drawing. from a distance the objects look like some sort of language.

maybe a little bit of picnic love is going on.

SO there is a lot

I thought i put these up a while ago. but this was an ( accidental) performance I did; which in some ways turned out better then anything else I have been working on. the images transit or create a new space or even a lost space in a way that the castings I made don't.

a special touch

crazy week.

First of all the glaze lab has harry potter books on tape.

I have spent the last couple of weeks drunk in slip. I have learn so much about the properties of clay, its magical movement and firing.

these are the OBJECTS i have "made":


studio view. I became a factory.
I did a case of my mom's bust with brown tape, and made my grandmothers' legs out of tape. this is a some sort of fmaily portrait.
back and fornt of a dress. One is fresh clay and another is in the kiln.
preying dress.
these objects talk to me. tell personal stories. the material the "bodies" underneath are all connected. but this conversation seams personal and unimportant. I wonder what the role these objects play for other people.

texture: a love story. after all of this dipping and dripping in some ways I'm more interested in these "prints" they have a sense of flesh of time. I guess i feel conected with the texture. the structure of the material that wraps our bodies. I am interested in making more of these but wiht flesh colored slip. I'm not sure

well. they are in the klin-- now the biggest klin. which has been wowing me nonstop. But of they work which who knows they will I will still have an object. This is new to me( well since freshman year). I usually have an intent or idea of what I want and then use what ever materials are appropriate for the project. I like the residue of this project. But the action is also important. I don't know what the role of me does for this porject. But I know the action, the moment is important. the transforming qulaities of clay or "mud".

underwear sniffer

okay. wow.


its been a while. woops.

In the past couple for weeks i have:
did a test on craigslist. I guess i was looking for all the "freaks:" out there.

I posted " assorted undergarments, $15 center city" under clothing.

"Assorted woman's undergarments, including socks, tights, and underwear. All used.


Please contact about meeting time."

surprisingly or unsurprisingly enough i got a response before my post got "flagged for removal"
Here the only response to my post.


its fuzzy. John Campbell says: where do you want to meet and what size is the underwear
sea. flanagan@gmail.com:Rittenhouse Square. the underwear is a medium ( 4 to 6)

When I posted this ad, I didn't know what to expect-- nor did i have a pair of underwear in mind. Something changed when I got this response, like my used underwear wasn't delicate enough. Like i had to go buy underwear for john Campbell to sniff. He never wrote back.. maybe because my alias is Seamus Flangan.

I thought i might bring one of the slip castings i did. which brings me to the real world of working




ihave been dipping my clothing in slip, hanging it up to dry. I did a set of these out of my favorite clothing that was worn to a deggree that it was fill with holes. I did a bunch of tests. these are picutres of under wear, bar, sports bar, and paper jue tbefore they were fired.

more soon about the firing including picutres

I have made an public email address. alexdotbrown@gmail.com password peanutbutter

this is the inform i posted about this address this information on facebook:

Anamaya Farthing-Kohl Have any mail you don't want to take responsibility for? do you part take any activities that you don't want to associate yourself with? use a public email address: alexdotbrown@gmail.com password peanutbutter

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welcoming to a new female centered self.

So, I am female.

Something that is an obvious observation about my self, but since we are on the internet that may not be so obvious.

don't know where being or becoming a girl or woman comes from, but iam starting to understand that it is based in the way we outwardly represent ourselves. This "repersentation" has a lot to do with the "roles" we play. The way we choose to interact or not interact in certain situations.

I'm not sure if I am a girl or a woman, I mean I guess i am both. I don't really know what the qualification are of being either. But I DO know that my sex is FEMALE ( I got a lot figured out, huh?) A lot the roles i can think of off the top of my head have some sort of gender based connotations.

the reason I am questioning this is because me as a creator doesn't want to create. I mean my art making urges are changing, they have turned in the desire to wash the dishes, wash my clothes by hand, cook or sew or clean the layer of invisable dirt that lies everywhere. I have never known myself to think about these chores, let a lone to forward to them.

I don't know how to fight the urges I have so I will succumb to them , at least for a week, and document this new 1950s house wife/ maid like self.

bowing down action number on:
2 nights ago. I washed all the dishes in my friends house. I worked speechlessly and wiped away tears with soapy hands. sink this morning status: full again
Monday night:
washed my underwear and socks, naked in the shower. Hung clothing to dry on bamboo shower curtains. status: still drying

spill management

an important process

Feb 22

bul go ki, miso soup, brown rice, coconut soup, meeguu salad, fish wihtcurry, mango coconut fluff puff. coconut banana bread

feb 21

rice flour crepes ( almond milk, rice flour, eggs, cinnamon) insides : salami, guava paste, yogurt(!), syrup, banana. 1 and 1/2 Hamburgers(onions and meat) rice buns. salad ( roman lettus, onions, apple, carrots, cucumber, tomatoes) rice.

feb 20

half a bag of old bay chips. eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns curly fires, 2 cups of coffee. sweet potato. 5 sushi pieces. insides of mike g. special burrito( who knows, meat, corn.. ?)

feb 19

eggs, sausage, hash browns. peanut butter rice cake

squash soup ( acorn squash, "butter", coconut milk, onions, carrots, celery, cumin, turmeric, chilli powder) kale salad( kale, apple, onions, olives, cucumber, cashews, honey mustard dressing) rye toast. 5 pints of hard cider

feb 18

oatmeal (coconut milk, banana, vanilla, cinnamon) and grapefruit, coffee, 2 honey packets, 3 rice cakes with crunchy peanut butter, apple, Yam ( microwaved), rice spikes (onions, spinach, paprika, corriander, cumin, and spice x) Tea, 2 eggs over easy with REAL BUTTER, 2 pieces of gum (winterfresh)

feb 17

couple glups of apple sauce, coffee +2, cha cha ( rice noodles and vegetables) rice, more apple sauce, dates, eggs snack ( two eggs with salami, onions, apples) rye crackers with "butter" grape soda, 3 "mounds"

feb 16
2 poached eggs, steamed greens ( kale, onion, garlic, cashews) Grapefurit. spegetti left overs ( rice pasta, olves, onions and cucumber) studio muchums( handfull of potatoe chips, resses puff balls, apple sauce dates) chicken leg( "flour" and egg and cumin) roasted potatoes ( pepirka, salt pepper, oil, chili powder) corn tortillas

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finding a process

I'm caught in one word here, process. art school is place to organize your process. but the truth i'm not sure the role of process in my work. For the most part I know what process I need for accomplish my idea, but that doesn't seam like my process.

i mean..

EVERYTHING IS A PROCESS or least has one.
making lists, digestion, documenting, communicating ( writing, counting, reading, watching, listening), lice hunting, shopping, understanding, letting go, morning, being on time, growth, grooming, evolution, story telling, dissolving, cooking, change, respiration, fear, things, printing, development, technology, hunger, allergic reactions, stretching, cleaning, friendship, love, climbing, embarrassment( any emotion), CAD, speed tongue, personalities, drawing, building, conning with eyes, balance, focus, masturbating, sun sets, sweat, dating, pregnancy, sleeping, relaxing, finishing, wondering, anger, laughter, math, mapping, crying, lying, learning, crossing out.

plus a million more.

BUT i'm supposed to be finding my process.

all of the above are a part my process.

But in terms of making:

I am inspired by the uncontrollable. By situations and thoughts. I think that art is a vessel for communicating, for sharing. inevitably for understanding history.