We are preparing to hang art at the mighty Red Rock coffee house in Mountain View California for a week-long show beginning on September 30. We get to share the space with some great musicians (Picture Atlantic and Tomo Nakayama, et al) and the walls with a couple other artists.
A response to “Eye Of God“.
I have always been intrigued by the technological extension of America’s Manifest Destiny, that doctrine that says Europe’s expansion into and conquest of the North American continent was justifiable and even divinely sanctioned. Today, there is little land left to conquer, but we keep pushing onward: technology enables both the exploration of microscopic space by the dividing of matter into smaller and smaller pieces (patent lawyers ready to stake their claim), and the colonization of outer space by governments and—soon—mining companies.
Zoe’s explorer floats in front of her objective, only to discover that she also is being searched (is the astronaut blushing?). In the face-mask of my astronaut (who has discovered a strange world indeed) we see reflected the romantic ideals of exploration … a principle wielded by the painters who fueled the manifest destiny in the 19th Century with their over-dramatic depictions of The West, and by the scientists who today drench space photos in false color to make our new frontier more comprehensible, or maybe, more attractive.
Response to “Hand To God”
If only in title, and oversized body parts.
Response to “The King’s Collar(bone)”
I was encouraged by that piece to think about death masks and honoring the dead, and while King Tut was a short lived ruler, he still had the most lavish and lasting burial in history. His death mask is recognizable on sight and his name is attached without even needing to think about it. The ancient Egyptians honored their dead royalty in a way intended to last FOREVER, and our culture helps ensure that (the King Tut exhibit traveled the world and only three years ago did it return to Egypt for the foreseeable future). No world leaders get such a treatment today, much less your average person.
They say you die two deaths. First, when your heart stops beating, and second when someone speaks your name for the last time.