Peter Macapia...exotic skins, chaos, mathematical illogic and turbulence. Check him (and LabDORA, focusing on architecture, design and furniture) at : www.petermacapia.com.

Peter Shelton...this sculpture is called cloudsandclunkers and is installed at Sea-Tac airport. Excellent website, really interesting biomorphic work...http://www.petershelton.net

Imminent Utopia by Kris Kuksi.

It's not fashionable anymore, this sort of decorative-romanesque opulence. So much more of the current visual style is a sort of clean Modernism, possibly mixed with a retro-winking-ironic ultra-graphic thing. And there is an  adolescent-darkness taking-itself-too-seriously angst to these. Reminds me of high school and Morissey and Joy Division and NIN.  Posing  for (retrospecitively lolarious photos) in cemeteries in our finest black goth gear. Which is basically what you do when you are, uh, goth-identified - hang out in vintage clothes stores and coffee shops, pretend to understand tarot cards and I Ching, and most importantly, pose for VERYSERIOUS DAMMITIMEANIT images in cemeteries ("It's about death, you know. And, uh, not being understood. And death.") (SKULLS! Baby dolls without eyes!...BWAHHH!!!)

                You know? No sense of humor. :)
          
But I love these. They are humorous and whimsical and unsettling and delicate. I love the scaffolding that covers much of them, and the strange shifts in scale. I love the found-object quality. They hybridize the Baroque splendor of a cathedral with the dark nightmarish hallucinatory quality of Hieronymus Bosch crossed with Terry Gilliam crossed with Tim Burton. They evoke for me some of the best and strangest of Renaissance-era Christian art (bodies cast into purgatory, anyone?) as well as Indian or Tibetan Buddhist artwork. Untangling the imagery is part of the fun. 

       Plus: I'm into this weird Victorian clockworks-thing at the moment in my own work. It's nice to see where other folks go with it. 

             Here's a bit of his artist statement. There's so much in between the lines here. I mean, does the Midwestern alcoholic-stepfather bleakness stuff hit anyone else as completely interesting and relevant??  :

                Born March 2, 1973, in Springfield Missouri and growing up in neighboring Kansas, Kris spent his youth in rural seclusion and isolation along with a blue-collar, working mother, two much-older brothers and an absent father. Open country, sparse trees, and alcoholic stepfather, perhaps paved the way for an individual saturated in imagination and introversion. His fascination with the unusual lent to his macabre art later in life. The grotesque to him, as it seemed, was beautiful. Reaching adulthood his art blossomed and created a breakthrough of personal freedom from the negative environment experienced during his youth. He soon discovered his distaste for the typical American life and pop culture, feeling that he has always belonged to the ‘Old World’. Yet, Kris’ work is about a new wilderness, refined and elevated, visualized as a cultivation emerging from the corrupt and demoralized fall of modern-day society. A place were new beginnings, new wars, new philosophies, and new endings exist. In personal reflection, he feels that in the world today much of mankind is oftentimes frivolous and fragile, being driven primarily by greed and materialism. He hopes that his art exposes the fallacies of Man, unveiling a new level of awareness to the viewer. 

              Okay. Nope, not getting the whole fallacy-of-Man thing. And usually I think of people who "belong to the Old World", self-described, as generally taking themselves a little too seriously, in an eight-sided dice kind of way.  But the power of the imagination as escapist and expressive fantasy, the opulence of the work when set against the flat Midwestern suburban landscape - wow. Powerful, amazing stuff. Plus, the guy is materially extremely proficient, skillful, and sensitive. Interesting work.

 Kris Kuksi has a great website. Check out his sculptures: http://kuksi.com/artworks/sculptures.

<sigh>Ohhhh-kay. 'Cause you were SO good listening to my bloggy, bloggy thoughts. And I did set this up and ask for it with my whole Morrisey-rant. Here's me at nineteen, outside the Amherst Theater at the Rocky Horror Picture Show. 

You will never wake up slow and sleepy again and kick your feet in your sheets and not think about these images ever again...Here's another one for you.

...:) It's narcotic, isn't it? Like rubber ducks and puppies. I don't care what kind of bad mood your were stewing in before, you're irrationally happy now, right? I have others. Regina Spektor, the Noisettes, and Oren Lavie are providing the soundtrack right now to my life. Overwhelming idiosyncracy and Quirk. I know. 

...Still no real snow, but deep deep cold. My feet hit the floor in the morning and the impact hits the top of my skull and I skitter across the floor like a crab, stuffing my feet into my wooley boots, yipping and whimpering...Longjohns and getting dressed in front of the woodstove...it doesn't sound fun, but I really do love this time of the year. It's so clear outside tonight, deep dusting of stars across the sky. 

            With the cold weather, I've been drawing in the evenings...sort of quasi-architectural things, inspired by House of Leaves (Mark L Danielewski) and Invisible Cities (Italo Calvino)...I don't have a lot more to say about these yet. I'll be showing them in April...along with some other pieces.

And! I'm back blowing glass next week with Jeremy Newman!...I can't wait to be back in the studio. Not sure yet what we'll be making, when we left off we were working with lunar imagery, moon cycles, large flattened blown glass discs...
              I'm making a new series of smallish hourglasses to start; I have a ream of sketches for a weird steampunk-inspired chess set. And then some more experimental things. I'm looking at a few artists, but somebody brought up Remedios Varos to me the other day, that they saw a lot of her influence in my work. I hadn't considered that, although I studied her intensively in school. Here are some images, if you don't know her work...

There's a fantastical dreamlike enigmatic quality to her work that I love. It's nice to reconnect. 

               PDA design charette all day today. I want to write about it, but it was an exhausting process in the end, though exciting. I'll try to collect my thoughts and write more about that the next time...the last bit of the design process mentioned building/reclaiming a fire lookout tower in the space. I love it. 

          The fire has gone out while I've been typing...the room lit up by the blue glow of the computer screen. Time to slip off to dreams, myself. Goosedown comforter waiting for me...

...on our hike yesterday, we saw another coyote. Yay!  He was beautiful, and he was checking us out the whole time, before he disappeared over the hill. On the way back, we found coyote tracks imprinted in the mud right over the top of our shoe-prints.

This week: Began with me getting whalloped with some amazing flu-like symptoms.

Continued with getting  jangled awake at seven-thirty in the morning by a call from Fraud Prevention Services, informing me my "financial data had been compromised", which is basically a nice way of saying someone acquired my debit card information and booked a fabulous trip to Ireland, all expenses paid! By me! No, I was not invited. <sigh>

Aaaand came to a crescendo when I pulled in the driveway and found a Dead. Sheep. On its back, legs in the air. It was so cartoony, so much like what little kids do when they're "playing dead", that I had to stop and stare at it for a while. I don't know what I expected, for it to jump up laughing, maybe? Janie and Rob, uh, processed it right there in the field, while I looked on as the light went queasy and faded to twilight.  Turned it right inside out.

It was sad and strange, all of it. Compounded, too, I think, by the weird hallucinogenic head that having a flu and a fever gives you...Disassociative, exaggerated...the light feels too bright, even at night. Colors seem simultaneously too garish and yet at the same time muddy,  subdued, like you're seeing them from the end of a tunnel. Sounds are flat, like a basketball being bounced in an empty gym. And mother of god, the headaches, the stiff neck...

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Rob and I took a bike ride yesterday to clear our heads (he's been a little under the weather as well). It wound up taking all day and was amazing. We started doing the Carlton-Twisp loop, but shot off onto State Land, abandoned our bikes, and hiked just below the foor of Mount McClure. Fantastic, and good for the soul. I got a new strange stockpile of tiny bones and vertebrae...and we saw what may be the final brillant splash of autumn colors. I'll close with a few pictures from there. Here's hoping next week is better...setting up the Shona show and the Holiday exhibit at the gallery all week, so it should be busy, but fun.

Reasons I love the Northwest:
- The Bad Things. My new favorite band. Check them out! 
- Listening to KEXP while stuck in traffic on I-5 and actually being disappointed when the traffic starts moving again.  
- channels of deep crimson maple cut into the deep green pine of the mountains.
  - the way the frosted top ridges melt into the autumn colors.
- Chocolate martinis. The Wild Ginger.   Anything with wild mushrooms and brown rice. YUM!
- White caps and furious grey clouds on the Puget Sound, with the ferries serenely passing by...
- Driving along Diablo Lake by Colonial Creek in the late afternoon sunlight.
   - Driving in the middle of nowhere and suddenly picking up a really great radio station that is going to   
   exclusively play gypsy jazz and Django Reinhart for the next hour.  And then it snows. <siiiiiigh> Bliss.
- Ross Lake turquoise blue with Mt. Hozomeen, the old ancient Buddha, peeking out from the mist.

I made it back from Seattle by dinner time yesterday. It was a beautiful drive, but by the time I bounced my way down the dirt road that leads to our house, the golden interior light from our house was a welcome sight. I could smell the smoke from the chimney as I crunched up the path, and the anticipation of the warmth from the fire was delicious. 
             
                   The Pilchuck annual auction, as anticipated, was an amazing event. Set-up went smoothly, and it was lots of fun to see old friends from over the summer. The auction itself is an incredibly lavish affair, and it was hard to not feel intimidated by the pageantry of it all. I got teased for looking scared and downing my first two glasses of wine rather fast. But really, this is a major fundraiser for a really magic and truly unique place, and as such, a celebration of everything that makes Pilchuck and art-making so great. So I bucked up and in the end had a GREAT time. AMAZING art, amazing glass collectors and art supporters, great food, and for a great cause. And I got to wear sparkly red heels too. It's like Disneyland.

            Plus Cosmopolitans. Did I mention the Cosmos? And chocolate. And this really simple delicious squash soup. Sheesh.

The live auction raised over $900,000 for the school, which is incredible generosity. My piece did well in the silent auction, and I was thrilled to actually meet the couple who were the successful bidders. As I've said before, that Coyote piece is very very important to me, and it was an incredible boost of confidence to have it received so well. It was really the first piece in a series where I began to move away from strictly functional vessel-making and re-connect with art-making and content in my work. It was an incredibly silly, serious, joyful experience making that piece, and I couldn't be more happy with where (and with whom) the piece is going. I don't very often get the chance to meet the people who acquire my work, and it's always a treat. Thank you, again! !!

Speaking, incidentally, of my utter social ineptness, I want to thank Heather Ruhl for coming with me as my lovely date for the evening and being SO supportive and a bit of a buffer for me. And also have a pre-auction dress-up party with me, with nail polish. And shoes. Hooray! Love you sweetie. Here's a picture Jay MacDonnell took of us at Pilchuck this summer.

More leaf pictures. Because I can. They really were pretty amazing on the drive back.

I attended the first meeting of the Twisp Public Development Authority today at the old Forest Service Complex. What an incredible, exciting dialogue! For those of you outside the Methow, the Town of Twisp acquired an old forest service property, which consisted of a large campus of buildings, offices and housing. Here's what the PDA has to say:
 
                  " The Twisp Public Development Authority was chartered by the Town of Twisp, WA and is a partnership with the Methow Valley community that fosters and promotes economic vitality, local agriculture, arts and culture and innovative educational opportunities. We work with individuals and groups to advance sustainable practices...Like many rural areas in the modern world, the Methow is experiencing the growing pains that come with the expansion of a service economy. Housing is scarce and expensive, office space is limited and at the same time the cost of living is increasing. Exceptional arts groups, civic enterprises and a thriving organic agricultural environment are all constrained by slow physical growth in Twisp, at the heart of the Methow Valley.

The Twisp Public Development Authority Complex is ideally situated to correct the current trend and to assist in the development of a healthy, multi-faceted economy. "

          You can read more about the project, including a great blog, at:  http://www.twisppda.org.

In essence, the project has been divided into several sub-committees: Green/Innovative Technology, Agriculture, Education, and Arts & Culture. I am serving on the arts and culture subcommittee, and I will be attending a larger meeting later today with the other groups.

What we're interested in initiating is: an incredible space including freelance artist workspaces, rental facilities for ceramics, glass, metal and textiles; an educational center; and artist residency programs. In other words, a program very much built around the model of a Haystack or Penland, but with the addition of a year-round artist community working space. Other suggestions today: filmmaking and performance space, a digital media lab...cross-desciplinary spaces, in which for example textile artists could network with farmers who sustainably raise sheep and goats for fiber...apprenticeships....classes. This is so exciting, and I am so thrilled to be part of the core team that will see this thing to completion.

        I can't wait to here the ideas that the Ag people and the Green people came up with. I think ultimately there will be a lot of cross-over for all of our ideas, and it has the potential to reinvent the local economy as well. Twisp is already known for its extensive arts culture...but this next step is huge.

         I'm still playing with the idea of returning to school next year for my Masters degree in Arts Administration, since so much of what I do at the Confluence as well as my experiences at Pilchuck have made me really aware of the difference that non-profit arts groups make in the lives and work of artists as well as the amazingly potent impact they have on the culture at large...this project that I am now embarking on only strengthens my resolve to pursue this.

                The possibilities are filling me with euphoria and heady enthusiasm. I'll keep you posted on where this project goes!...next blog post, I'll talk a little more about the next body of work. I'm still at the sketching stage, but I have some really exciting ideas about what is next!

         

Here's the only picture I have of my piece in the Nordstrom's window. I wish I had a picture of the ENTIRE window - they paired these pieces with the most beautiful earthy-golden dress. I might be able to shake some trees and find a friend who took a picture of the whole thing...

Update: Got one! Thanks, Lynn!!!