Making a bunch of crap.

 

Feb.8th/15

 

I recently had a conversation with a friend of mine, who is currently completing her MFA. Our conversation ranged from moving to a new place where no one knows you or your art, being reborn, and making a bunch of crap. I know the feeling, all of it. It wasn't long ago that I was living in a different city, where no one knew a thing about me, and I didn't know a thing about them or even the city. It was that experience that fueled a new body of work for me, essentially hitting a restart button on my practice, and now I'm entering that last part: making a bunch of crap. We talked about how making a bunch of crap isn't nessessarily a bad thing, and how sometimes it's just part of it all, and it will hopefully lead to something. As of late I've been doing a whole lot of experimentation, leading up to something completely unknown. I'll shamelessly admit that I had no idea what I was trying to do, but I just hoped it was going somewhere (anywhere really), and eventually it did. But that wasn't without making a bunch of crap first! Big thanks to my friend(s) who made this shoot possible!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Experimentation and sketchbook pics below:

practice

practice

prep

prep

paper airplane brain

paper airplane brain

projection experimentation

projection experimentation

projection experimentation

projection experimentation

projection experimentation

projection experimentation

projection experimentation

projection experimentation

more projection experimentation

more projection experimentation