Recently, I took on the unbelievably difficult task of making four custom boxes for housing some Giclee prints. The pictures above are the final product after several failed attempts and a large slice across the top of my left hand - but I did it all without depending on cheap Chinese factory labor. Also, I know how to make boxes now.
Each of the boxes are made with two 20x30 pieces of illustration board covered in Japanese fabric on the outside and handmade Washi paper (from Hiromi Paper in Bergamot Station) on the inside. The art is printed on 15”x19” Somerset Velvet from American Art Editions.
Holy shit, a third of 2013 is over.
I have a love/ hate relationship with the internet, and the endless spew of information it can direct at me. So to use the web to my full advantage, I started compiling together a book of everything I had learned over the years (on and off the internet). All of us take in so much valuable knowledge every day only to have it disappear moments later. No matter how hard we try, we can’t even recall the information that we lost - so how do we even know where to start? So that’s why I’m doing this…writing everything down. I’m marking my name on everything. I’m motivated again. Also, I’m going to start writing with more fucking honesty.
My year so far:
I’ve finished four pieces of art, including one sculpture and one music video.
I just made my first set of art prints.
I’m going to begin training with an amazing athlete on the U.S. Paralympic cycling team.
I learned basic colloquial Hebrew.
Next week I’m getting Scuba and hunting certified.
A few weeks after, I’m going to play a show.
(Above is a screen cap of a video I just edited for Johanna Chase. Totally irrelevant but I thought it was a cool picture.)
I’m setting out to learn everything. It’s going to be a big book. A very big book.
All the drawings, postcards, and bits of inspiration taped up on the walls in my room have been falling off and sliding into that forgotten corner behind the desk. It’s like a paper Autumn in here. I guess artist’s tape, like all things, have a limited life span.
What’s strange though is that the tape stays on the wall like some dejected reminder of what once was. The paper (postcard, picture, drawing, whatever it was) loses traction first. A few months from now, the walls will become barren, hosting only adhesive tombstones for the inspirations that once were. Eventually, these inspirations will escape my memory altogether.
Yet, at some point, I’ll draw my desk back and uncover a treasure cove of nostalgia. Iconic pictures torn from art journals, a passionate letter from an ex-girlfriend, a thank you note from a fan, the revealing art of a former lover…all these things will suddenly nestle into a certain corner of my brain, and I will sit there, carefully appreciating every bit until I look up to see an entire afternoon gone.