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.