My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives. ...Hedley Lamar
This page is a chronicle of random thoughts and to explain what floats my Art boat.
Transmuting thoughts to electrons
First Installment →
Some of the repetitive themes found in my art work.
Nature captured in a crude (rough not rude) way
Study of various motions found in nature
The use of electronics, kinetics
Extremely mixed media
Things behind glass
Emanating sounds from within
Joy of life
Saved by Jesus
Elaboration will follow.
Second Installment →
The nature of art itself.
I have a artist friend that called me more of an artist than he was. I rejected his assumption right away because I loved what he was doing.
He defended his statement by explaining that what he does is always based on doing a job for money. He doesn't do anything without getting a deposit up front and then he executes the project to the customers specs.
He said that I was building things with no audience or financial gain. That I just did stuff for the love of doing it. No one was needed to validate or understand it and still it got done.
So after reflecting on his concept, I concluded that if no one wants to pay for it and can't understand the justification for it... then it must be Art.
Third Installment →
Star Stuff in Us
I learned recently that the most common element in the universe is Hydrogen, followed by Helium. Then comes Carbon, Nitrogen, Oxygen, down the periodic table.
Hydrogen fed the stars that through fusion made Helium. These stars later super novas created the other elements.
So the cool part is that life forms on Earth are made mostly of Hydrogen, (Helium doesn't count because it's inert) then Carbon, Nitrogen, Oxygen etc.just like the proportional quantities found in the universe.
So you could say that God created the universe first, just so he could make us out of it.
Forth Installment →
Becoming One With a Lover
I was reading in the Bible recently about when you make love with someone you become one flesh.
This gave me kind of a chill. Could this indicate that in heaven I would be somehow "one" with every slutty chick I ever had in my youth?
What a creepy thought...more like hell than heaven.
Who needs a lot of "iffy" chicks all connected to ones "being" eternally.
Fifth Installment →
When my mom died, she wanted to be cremated and her ashes put in a velvet bag.
She didn't say anything however about spreading her ashes somewhere or what she wanted me to do with them.
So... I keep the ash bag in a box in my storage building, labeled "MOM".
Sixth Installment →
Don't get me wrong. I don't believe in it.....but, my friend George had an interesting thought.
What if humans were the lowest form of life? Humans are filled with sin and fears. They trash their own habitat. Agent Smith called them a virus.
Then as they reincarnate upwards, say to a dog for example, they would be on a higher plane because they are always happy.
Then as they reincarnates upward to, say a bunny for example, they would rise further because they don't fear death even though they are a prey animal.
As you might imagine, they would ascend all the way up to, say pond scum. Pond scum has no sin or worries and is one with the world.
Pond scum thinks, "OM".
Seventh Installment →
Met My Wife Day
I met my wife at a gas station. (It was before we were married). I was getting gas on my bike and she in her red Corvette.
I started flirting with her but she was like, "Talk to the hand ".
I turned the situation around however, by slowly pulling my helmet off and doing the slow motion Fabio long hair flip.
I have to recommend that technique to anyone wanting a good wife.
Eighth Installment →
Can you take it with you?
I saw a hearse pulling a U-Haul trailer the other day.
Besides being an awesome visual in itself, I had to respect the dogged and tenacious attempt at defiance. The pure optimism of it was wrong-headed but encouraging.
Ninth Installment →
Information vs. patterns
If you are walking on the beach and see ripple marks in the sand at the edge of the water, you might think, "Oh look! nature has made these ripple marks in the sand". These are patterns.
If you see, Cletus loves Betrese with a heart around it, you wouldn't think the same thing as the ripples. It's not likely that the water has carved the words and heart. That is because, Cletus loves Betrese is information.
The search for extra terrestrials is kinda like that. We are looking for information and not just patterns.
The reason that we can't find life elsewhere I think, is that we are looking for love in all the wrong places.
Tenth Installment →
Crude approximation of nature
When I make robots to mimic some natural movement. I usually end up devising some awkward way of getting the movement desired.
Take the horse leg project shown in this site. After 6 iterations and 2 years, the leg moved pretty satisfactory but required vast amounts of support machinery, and parallel programming to get even close to the movement of the real thing.
A real horse can connect the eye and mind to negotiate uneven ground, change leads and gaits as needed, as well as myriad other subtle nuanced adjustments all on the fly. They do it all while looking beautiful and easy at the same time. Plus the motors (muscles) are all housed within the leg itself.
I learned that a horse leg was really hard to do in robotic form. I knew this "going in" but came away with a deeper appreciation of Gods handwork. The best I would do given a hundred years would probably get a comment like, "It looks like it's limping".
Eleventh Installment →
Things flowing in pipes
I started a series of pieces years ago where there was a fascination to me about the sound of water passing through pipes.
I'm in an underground basement or factory area and I hear the liquid flowing but I'm frustrated because I can't see it. The pipes are perspiring from condensation but what is really happing in there?
The first piece done to explore this thought, was a commercial looking funky plumbing arrangement with a rain-bird yard sprinkler deep within. A recurculating pump and automatic valves modulated internally stored water that struck the inside walls of the piece. It sweated on the outside too. The viewing public said that they had felt a frustration. WHAT IS IN THERE? WHAT IS IT DOING?
Success indeed !
Twelfth Installment →
The series about water in pipes discussed above, evolved to where I put in a glass window to hint at what WAS going on inside the piece. I didn't show too much however. Like how a scantly clothed beauty can be sexier than a full on nude.
Things evolved further and now I'm putting things behind glass. The first Xerox machine ever made, must have had someone's face pressed onto it. Of this I'm fairly certain.
Like Ant study 01, it added to the piece that the ant was trapped as well as studied. Laundry Mat has the girl hopelessly studied too, as she spun. The Break Glass For Hammer piece was a meta-joke using the glass itself.
Any time that an added sense or dimension can be incorporated into an art piece is good.
Thirteenth Installment →
The most depressing job
They have a place called, "Going out of Business Furniture" in North Dallas that has a bored looking black guy just standing out on the corner holding and hiding behind a sign of the same name.
Is that depressing or what?
Fourteenth Installment →
Texting while Driving
My friend George had an idea that I liked. It was to create a phone app. that would show a camera view of the road in front of you.
That way you could still see the road while texting.