November 2019: Upcoming Events
Hello friends, welcome to my new website. I have some upcoming events where I’ll have some cool prints, t-shirts, and more for sale. On Saturday November 9th, I’ll have a table at the Desert Songs Yoga Arts Festival. This fun outdoor fest has food trucks, vendors, and discounted yoga classes.
- Desert Song Yoga Arts Festival November 9th 10am to 3pm 3232 N. 20th St. Phoenix, AZ 85016 Find out more info here:
- November 23rd is the first ever Coronado Art Studio tour. This self-guided tour will go through some of the studios and galleries in the Coronado neighborhood. I’ll be showing at The Main Ingredient for this. I’ll have new original artwork, and all my cool merch. Coronado Art Studio Tour November 23rd 10am to 5pm The Main Ingredient 2337 N 7th St. Phoenix, AZ More info about that here:
- December 22nd I’ll have a table at The Newton Artisan Market. More info on this soon. This outdoor event has blacksmithing, gardening, glass, and tons more. It’s a great place to pick up last minute Christmas gifts too. The Newton 300 W. Camelback. Phoenix, AZ
October 2019: What Are the Robots
Across my artwork I have these recurring characters, including some robots and monoliths in various states of decay. These are both explorations of a concept stolen from Neil Gaiman’s book American Gods. In the book one of the main characters, Wednesday, talks about places of inexplicable power. Places across the world that have drawn people to them and caused cultural and artistic growth without explanation. Because the America as we know it is so young to this kind of growth, it often comes in the form of manic and inexplicable constructions; roadside attractions along Route 66 or a weird tree full of defunct surveillance cameras.
Here’s the quote from the book, which I stole from goodreads. “In every town. Sometimes on every block. And about as significant, in this context, as dentists’ offices. No, in the USA, people still get the call, or some of them, and they feel themselves being called to from the transcendent void, and they respond to it by building a model out of beer bottles of somewhere they’ve never visited, or by erecting a gigantic bat house in some part of the country that bats have traditionally declined to visit. Roadside attractions: people feel themselves pulled to places where, in other parts of the world, they would recognize that part of themselves that is truly transcendent, and buy a hot dog, and walk around, feeling satisfied on a level they cannot truly describe, and profoundly dissatisfied on a level beneath that.” — Neil Gaiman, American Gods (2001).
I think that admitting that places like this exist hover around something inexplicable. Not something like God, more like something timeless. Certain places will always have an underlying power that affect each one of us on a personal level. In Arizona, these places are most easily found at the Grand Canyon, Sedona, Fossil Creek, etc. Being at these places, reminds me of the timelessness of the power at these places. Although they are fragile ecosystems, often highly threatened by industrialized man, their changing and entropy has a beauty. Was the Grand Canyon any less “magical” 100 years ago, 1,000 years ago, 10,000? And will it be any less magical in the future?
I don’t want to undermine the importance of preservation of nature and natural parks. The Rio Grande is pretty much dried up these days. I guess I’m hoping to arrive at the point, that dried up doesn’t mean dead. That whatever the “power” is, will still cling to that place.
Because that power remains despite humanity bulldozing over nature and erecting all this shit that we’ve built, (so that I can be blessed with Instagram followers and spend my days writing a blog) places within the city can still retain that power. There’s plenty of psychological reasoning for feeling things like deja vu, coincidence, and goosebumps. A person’s mind goes into high alert mode when they sense something that attaches to a high stress memory. It stands to reason that a person would have a biological response to striking settings.
There’s also the fantasy reasons behind these events: An angel has been stuck in the neighborhood searching for his keys makes as much sense as the ghost of Goebbels inhabiting the lite rail station at 24th and Mcdowell. Deja vu is the simulation changing something before a person’s eyes. Goosebumps are a dead relative sending warnings about the soup.
Or the way I sometimes daydream: Camelback mountain isn’t just a pile of rocks. It’s a robot laying on it’s back with its hands steepled to a point. Green foggy mists curl through the fingertips. It looks just on the verge of waking. It only needs another millennium or two. Space explorers zip around, not oblivious, just focused on something else.
I see this stuff all the time. Not literally, but just imaginatively. Just little stories about places, behind the scenes animations. My paintings are an attempt to capture a personified place of power. A spirit, ghost, ghoul, god, angel, demon, imp, space ghost, or colossal creature hiding in plain sight. Something designed to give people the willies, rustle their jimmies, or give out the goosepimples. The monoliths explore the next question about these places of power. Did ancient civilizations build Stonehenge at that spot because its a place of power? Or did that become a place of power because Stonehenge was built there?
The answer is yes.