Images: Some Food We Could Not Eat

This is a collection of images from the exhibition at September Gallery earlier this month, which was dismantled today. I wish I had better photographs of the other artist's works (Tim Ridlen, David Horvitz, Marco Braunshweiner, and Martine Syms) but I don't. The show was currated by Jamielee Polson, as the first of 12 shows in her roving 12 Galleries project. Links soon. Here is a brief description of what you see:

Ugolino - The tree eating a tree, oh how horrible, just like poor Ugolino having to eat the brains of his kids in Dantetown... but this time we don't really know who the kid is; Ugolino has been known to chew on his own fingers too (wiki Ugolino to learn more about his history)

Cool It! - This is a small scale sculpture of my friend Tim, who was chosen to curate this show but instead decided to pick artists he liked and we all di our thing, so Tim the currator was voodooed into this doll and put in the fridge to slow down his rate of spoilage.

Pod is in the Details - a complicated story behind this work, but what you see here is where to stand and what you see when you stand there: colors; my miasma palette.

Nickname Game - call the number from the phone to get a nickname, and then choose (if you want) to accept, reject or take no action on that name. Enpowering me to empower you to open up and vote (as an elective, not in an election)!

See you in Toronto!

*go see

in Ottawa on the 2nd, Montreal on the 3rd and Toronto on the 4th of October.


Dead Animal Zoo - Clear Creek PArk, PA

These photos were taken at the lovely little lumberjack museum located at Clear Creek State Park campsite near Brookville, Pennsylvania. Brookville is about twenty minutes north of infamous Punksatony, home of Phil the groundhog, and Clear Creek is about twenty minutes North of Brookville. I stayed there on my way to Chicago from New York; my choices came down to Clear Creek or the less appealing Mosquito Lake just West of the PA border in Ohio. I arrived at the campsite office after hours, so was forced to use the honor envelopes to fill out my info and pay for the campsite. However, as I was about to slip my envelope, into which I had placed maybe twelve dollars, the local fee during off season, a park ranger came by and let me into the office so that I might pay inside. I hadn't yet sealed the envelope, to my relief, otherwise she might have caught me trying to shirk full payment. She asked if I was a resident of PA, and for the sake of conversation I told her I was out here looking to maybe set up shop. Upon this news the ranger lady began telling me all about the area's artisans and the little community festivals they have and all the lovely local craft shops, and that I'd chosen a great place to make an artist's living, even. Although I was lying to her (I had no intention of finding a studio in the Pennsylvania Wilds), I'm happy I did so, as it strengthened our repore and I was able to think about what it would be like setting up shop in rural PA; pleasant and dull and no doubt tolerable for most. The camping was extraordinary, btw.