2004 Stealing Silver from the Stream

NIMMT DAS SILBER WEG DES STROMES

I present experiences reflecting on the point of existence and transience. The masses are drawn to installation and action. The main idea was to capture or embody the ridding and inscrutable aspects of the world around us. Rivulets transubstantiated from paint to water, to blood to roses, as if the real and the dream parallel each other and could exchange identities.

Tragedy, quite irreverent to its beauty-beauty exists out of time and subscribed to the tantalizing if imperfect Beuysian syllogism.

Stealing Silver erases the easy distance between victim and perpetrator and forces us to face our own complicity. I use themes of cultural dislocation as a mixture of anxiety and hedonism by means of irrational spontaneity, discovering new forms of artistic expression appropriate for precisely voicing this era. The human condition and its essential life force remain an endless source for creative rumination. Vitrines stuffed with photographic ephemera, suggests that the attempt to achieve transcendence is fundamental to the human experience, but also futile given the small spiritual knowledge with which so many people are equip today. The bodiless head connotes intellect, emotion, unattached to action.

“A mile away this today morning”

The long evening had made its way into my space through the windows, creating mysteries everywhere, erasing the seam between thinning the air, or putting some refinement on my ear, enabling me to hear for the first time…

A Happy Intervention on the Part of the Moon

For a time my candle eyes would close so quickly that half an hour later the thought that it was time to sleep would awaken me. As the thoughts of a former existence, they had run into a channel, the whistling of trains punctuating the distance the path being fixed to the last words… echoed still into my ears.

434. THE LIE WHISTLE

All sunlight is ice; all Heaven is made of stone, the one who is only back and never front. Legs buried and still alive. Know how to love as it loves itself because it is always alone…emptied eyes in a mirror.

443. The Dilation and Contraction of Time

Focuses on systematic variation, social and psychological disconnection, “Alone in a crowd behavior.”