Après Keychain

 When I was a child I collected keychains, among other things. As a teenager I started on the found bits of metal littering the streets. I made the construction pictured here maybe at 16 years old. There’s 1984? written on the back of the wooden disc. I made this in the family garage using what was there, a few pieces of wood, some hardware, chain and old gunky paint.

From the chain I started hanging momentos, some keychains….the objects have changed over the years.

I’d hang small found bits off my jean jacket and school bag. When the clusters got too big I’d transfer them to this construction. It always took central real estate in my rooms and apartments. Now it’s in my studio and has inspired more recent work.

Blessings Indeed

 

I created a series of visual poems using a found and incomplete children’s alphabet puzzle.

 

My Body And …

In order to properly inaugurate my kinda new studio space I screwed eyelets on the bottom of this sign I painted and hung all manner of my collected trinkets. Accretions accrued and here we are.

Pop Baby Cthulhu?

 

There’s something about this simple graphic I just love. Pop Baby Cthulhu Surfer Tat vibes.

Rugs

 

Question

 

It would seem more and more that being an artist in this world means having to dance to the tune of social media addiction. It’s exhausting and I’d love to say I’m off that junk and clean, I ain’t. And frankly I’m kinda scared too. You see, since I no longer have a brick and mortar and since I don’t have any kind of regular gallery or publishing representation, I tell myself that soc med is necessary to survive as an artist, to remain seen and active if not relevant.

Without soc med how do I gain traction? No one swings by blogs anymore if they ever did….so here I am.