Hello. Welcome to Nerve Center.
That which is (and was) currently swirling inside my mind.
"Such a collection of ephemeral treasure is an example of how we find the things that tell us who we are, even if it gives instead the impression that a parallel universe of KM’s own work has found him - by carefully infiltrating the most ordinary places: the local newspaper, or the fold of a carton of milk, or the back of a parking ticket." (Elliman)
What does Eisenman think about when she’s on Fire Island? “Ghosts,” she says, explaining that the island evokes — or rather is haunted by — the spirits of a generation of men and women: artists, thinkers, people of color, the affluent, the middle class, the ignored, the displaced, those let down by their government, those who caught the disease too early, those who didn’t realize they had caught it at all, those who thought they would never catch it but who did, all of those who were lost to the dark times when she first came to New York City in the early 1990s, at the height of the AIDS crisis. Many gay men and women, many of whom would have been her peers, were dead and many more would die later. Her first major institutional show, a group exhibition of wall drawings at the Drawing Center in 1992, occurred the year activist Mary Fisher rebuked the Republicans for their policies of silence, tennis star Arthur Ashe had announced that he had been living with HIV for years, and the FDA approved the use of ddC in combination with AZT. It was a time of further disappearances. Crisis provokes lists: We count what’s gone and what remains. Everywhere the island attests to the dead, to the bodies who are not there, the figures who might have been paintings, the figures who might have loved paintings. “You can feel them there,” Eisenman says.
. . . Eisenman tells me she has been recently spending her days on the island drawing her friends. Later that night, she sends me images of the small works on paper. A woman sits looking at her computer, her head held up by her left hand. A man lies naked on a towel strumming a guitar while a woman, her legs open to reveal tufts of pubic hair, listens intently. Friends lounge on the beach, make a human pyramid, and check cell phones against a backdrop of beach grass. I consider the living as she considers them. Drawing is a way of keeping them there.
"These feelings — anxiety, despair, hatred, greed — ... have elements of delusion, elements you'd be better off without. And if you think you would be better off, imagine how the whole world would be. After all, feelings like despair and hatred and greed can foster wars and atrocities. So if what I'm saying is true — if the basic sources of human suffering and human cruelty are indeed in large part the product of delusion — there is value in exposing this delusion to the light."
- Robert Wright in Why Buddhism is True
"Among those who don’t write, it is perhaps difficult to fathom the important role that not-writing plays in writing. Gertrude Stein famously quipped that in order to be a writer, one must have lots of time at one’s disposal to do nothing. Given the dominant role that introspection plays in every creative process—especially one that is in many ways a direct transmission of mind—such activities as reading, traveling to foreign lands, taking long walks, and staring into space should be understood as playing an equal, if not more important, role as actually putting words down on paper. We might go so far as to say that with regard to writing, there is no such thing as procrastination; indeed, procrastination, not-writing, is the very essence of writing. "
- Travis Jeppesen on artist Heman Chong in Art in America.
"It’s too facile to say that the mysteries of Twin Peaks can be waved off as 'just a dream.' But from Eraserhead to Lost Highway to Mulholland Dr., Lynch has long shown a fascination with how fragile our reality can be, given that so much of our understanding of ourselves and our world is defined by what our brains have retained — often hazily. We tend to remember dreams as a series of connected events that seemed vivid and logical at the time, but that recede as we try to piece them back together. That’s not too far removed from how we sometimes recall our own pasts."
Above: Chautauqua Summer Studio 2015 - Durational visual mapping of my time spent in one place < - > translation into work that can exist outside the studio.
Summer, 2014 - I finally was able to finish the editions of prints that I started from my residency in Venice last summer. These are in process shots while printing at Rutgers. Many, many thanks is owed to Randy Hemminghaus for all his help - these editions wouldn't have happened without him.
All of my creation is an effort to weave a web of connection with the world; I am always weaving it because it was once broken.
Anais Nin, 1942
How to Live Without Irony (via The New York Times)
Sincerity, Not Irony, Is Our Age's Ethos (via The Atlantic)
We've Been Arguing About Irony vs. Sincerity for Millennia (via The Atlantic)
New Sincerity (via Wikipedia)