I made the top one for a derby friend’s birthday. And then other for my Mom in a box she kindly sent to me.
My third sea critter this week. The Seahorse carries a key inside…
I’m catching my breath and getting some work done.
Jellyfish are lucky, by the way.
“If I told you that, to be safe, you need only follow my instructions…would you do that?”
~Hierophant, Land of the Dead
I’ve been thinking about doing something in a plastic Norelco tape case for a while. My late friend Tim made me a mixed tape when we were in High School – it’s music we listened to while painting my Mom’s kitchen an absurd shade of yellow. We discovered punk together, mostly thanks to Tim’s older brother J, and the DIY-ness made a lasting impression on both of us.
This tape is one of the few physical objects I still have from Tim, and a reminder of how empowering that summer was. I lost all of Tim’s letters during a move years ago. I envy my buddy Neil’s ability to organize and archive letters and stuff from the past – I wish I had been more careful when I was younger. So, I used Tim’s tape case for this piece.
This piece (along with a few others) is going to be in an upcoming exhibit at the American Visionary Art Museum, along with a page from one of my letters to Tim (courtesy of Tim’s parents).
I still miss Tim. Yet, I am convinced that the people we Love don’t really leave us when they die. This was the a primary theme in my Memento Mori show at School33 – it’s a comforting, hopeful thought, and something I know like I know like I know.
If you sit quietly and dream well, you can visit with your people on the other side in your own yellow kitchen.
Dr. F was attacked in his kitchen, and this is how he lost his real name. The Rabbit and the Goat burst in took his name from him. His quest to find himself ensued.
This piece is a re-do of one of my early paper cut-out experiments.