MISSION TWO: The Assemblage
Can these damned things really be built? From the inside out to... nowhere, really?
APR 22 - Last night, I drifted off to sleep obsessing over this software. The nature of 3D software gives it the ability to truly invade one's thinkings. I realized, I couldn't just build the "_ _art house" as it's own object: I needed to build each canvas stretcher as I had originally, back in 1982... Getting one done was a trial, just like the first time... now that that's done, the rest should go easy (he says knowing full well, building shit ain't easy) :-) • APR 22 (later on) - on a walk to toss some doubts off the point this morning, I realized there will be more mechanics to this house than originally imagined... these mechanics will have meaning, a reason... you'll see... but now, it's off to work (as if this isn't part of work) :-)
OH, and yes, for those keeping score... the dimensions of the _ _ Art House have been conformed to the factor of the dreaded dogmatic 3 (three). |
APR 23 Meanwhile, back on the job site, things are progressing nicely enough. Indeed the canvas stretchers were much easier to build once the first was done; there wasn't the ease of "copy n' paste" back in 1982 after all (he tells his grandchildren) • It's tough to see but the roof panels are underway, under construction. We have worked out the geometry as it relates to the dogma of the wretched trinity (we use the term "wretched" loosely here)... We foresee an issue with the gables...
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APR 24 Weld or bolt? In any case these constructs must be firm. Our connections must be sound and purposefully made, with intent, no? What be the point in creation if one's goal not be substantial, purposeful meaningful... Every nut and bolt, not just the desire to fasten, but to affix soundly, with meaning... Here we have 12 nut and bolt assemblies used to couple these two objects to one another; one upright, the other supine... go find your meaning in that...
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APR 28 ...and I will admit to a little frustration settling in. As usual, rooted in my in-abilities... today and for the next little while... time's gift is to be spent upon others... I remind myself: be of good service... after all, it's been percolating for 35 years, a few days more percolations... can't hurt anyone or anything but my own selfish desire • (he thinks, HEY, anyone out there know how to finagle one of those fancy pants Canada Council A-Grants (are they still called this?) • I so lusted after that dream... for merely a moment. So... MAY 09... Finally, I will have to admit I have gone to far on this one piece in the tryptic. Back to the sketchbooks. Back to the original obsessions... back to basics... make it as if it could actually be built (for under $200,000). • MAY 10 The weekend of the stinking me spent setting things straight, at least here, in mind... More of a site plan now, the object itself, the pole embedded firmly into the ground... still architectural but hopefully back, focussed more on the mechanics, the action the experience of the fortunate unfortunates willing to take their turn and be finally... flung (hmmm...)
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...whew, glad that's over, NOW... on and on it goes. grab some refreshments, it may be sometime before I get back here, the real world is SCREAMING AT ME
MAY 18 - Some assembly required? The wild Jesus is ultimately going to be a very very heavy item... I'm beginning to feel it might be best to build it in a way that it can be assembled, disassembled, assembled, disassembled, assembled, disassembled and assembled, disassembled over and over and over again and again... I mean, it's not like I have a clue how to build it in the first place... It's not like these things came with a set of instructions or an allen key... Play it by ear, make it up as you go along... you'll get it right... in the end?
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A NEW ORDER of THINGS
and then he realized everything was in the wrong place (again)
MAY 22 I seemed to have had it right the first time... Why did it change? I have no recollection of any particular reason to re-arrange the order of things... Perhaps I just wasn't thinking... • ...not thinking - before saying, before doing... an ancient and often dangerous habit of mine. So have I not learned a thing? • Let's prove to be a learning monkey... • Perhaps all we can ever learn is how to undo the mistakes we make quickly, gracefully and graciously.
PROBLEM SOLVED? • QUITE LIKELY
JUNE 14 It sure feels like that was a long hiatus. A lot of work in the sketchbook. • This project, as it becoming a little more articulated, seems to be slowing down. But it isn't, just this part. • I really need a clean shot, full days training on how to work this software. • Right now... I'm starting to collect the bits and pieces I'll not learn how to draw myself... the log uprights, the chair, buckets of grease and electric motors. These are things that would be purchased. • A lot of this, these creations are totally... off the shelf and ready for immediate usage.
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JUNE 26... HEY... Isn't this Cheating? • I mean, no hinges, no ropes, wires or pulleys. Simply all these things floating in air. • Am I failing to consider the gravity of the situation? Am I ignoring my responsibility? Taking a short cut? Making life easy? • Making life easy, now there's a good one... how about this... I'll live under all the rules laws n' regulations I can muster. Traditions and rituals, more so... but coming to this... the Wild Jesus... you may finding me skirt a few more than I normally would... It's just that important.
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JULY 22... I have been building the Wild Jesus in a vacuum, alone on it's own with no reference to the external forces, inputs or interactions with... • We need people on bleachers with cans of rotting tomatoes at their sides, ready for throwing, no violence but for certain, ridicule and mocking gestures of poking, prodding. The human manifestation of insecurity in all of this is as large a part of this as is all that seeming internal pain that you still feel quite useful... NO? Get on with it. (we went and found some bleachers... now the story)
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AUG 15 -- A REVIEW OF TWEAKS, ENHANCEMENTS AND ADJUSTMENTS