I'm searching for a more visceral link between myself and our collective prosthesis - the tools that shroud the frail body in unrivaled ability. These augmentations confer a certain power. The capacity to reveal or obscure, to change scales, mediate complexity, or to collapse space. These drawings embody this collective anatomy of machine and bone. They belong equally to the human and the apparatus, but are foreign to both. I'm searching for a way to draw, outward and inward.
Indoors! Or outdoors!
Turn on the fan, make a space!
Pull it down! Flip it over! Flip it again! A new space!
With INSIDES you’ve got a spectacular pop-up at a moment’s notice!
Renovate your old rectangular rooms and halls! Warm up a vacant lot on a chilly afternoon! Invite your friends or go it alone!
However you choose to deploy it, INSIDES gives you the soft edges and experimental qualities your spatial self needs!
Find out what you can do in space! Come on INSIDES!
Cedar shims, bent and woven.
Nylon webbing seat and carbon fiber legs.
The human approximation of what a hairdryer sounds like, built into a hairdryer.
Graphite and charcoal on paper.
A chance encounter for the flâneur.
Don’t get too close to the man scooping pennies out of the fountain. Likewise, any impulse towards putting your face within eskimo kiss range of the woman enjoying her lunch on the bench should be suppressed. We require some distance. Yet we are curious and desire excitement from urban spectating beyond watching the pigeons peck at broken bottle glass in the parking lot of Boston Market.
The urban periscope is safe random intimacy at a distance. With proper magnification, lens, and mirror arrangement, the image from inside of the other periscope, nearly half of a mile away, is directly in front of your face. Share a silent moment, intently gazing at a complete stranger or bear witness to things best left unsaid and unseen, either is possible.
ground bone, hilt skirmish, busy crane, elephant muscle, strength feather, cherry boss, chain krill, nibble cheese, shoe boat, crushing pressure, canyon swing, jelly button, particle moth, junk pile, windy blouse, loud thunder, gasoline fire, fried blanket, snake barbecue, melting lance, concrete eye, shave net, goat hair, kicking milk, spider mountain, alien barn, front mane, maniac horse, gut string, felt mouse, animal dent, nostril bounce, touch limb, tremble hand, lung abrasion, wild dog, mobile jib.
Hand-built parlor size acoustic guitar. Redwood top; mahogany neck, back, and sides; birds-eye maple fretboard; and a bloodwood bridge. Gold mother of pearl inlay. Dovetail neck joint and scalloped X bracing.
Built to play just one station. For the steadfast. For the chronically indecisive. One volume dial.
Ever hearing, never listening. Nothing saturates, all heard will dribble right back out.
Pilars of light and strata. Weaving through the depths.
When I die, just clean me up.