Just some new work

Spoken Word

Not sure if anyone knows but at one point in time i use to write and perform spoken word...This video is not of me though...It's of one of my brothers....its beautiful...watch it!

The Question of the Year! 2008 and beyond really!

Well it's the beginning of the year and from this point on I will attempt to frequent this site enough that it leaves a true trail of where my heart and mind are during any particular moment in time.

Here is my question:


Now I could attempt to try to be deep and say every second of everyday I ask myself this question, but if I allow honesty to prevail, I tend to only ask myself this question when I get a little down or misplaced in my thoughts, which for some reason has been at least once a day but ok, ok I’m sorry here is the question: Is the road to greatness; hardship and strife, struggles and pain, hard work and discipline, or is all of that stuff just stuff and life issues those delightful treats to all its ravenous customers that approach this Super Wal-mart we call life? Greatness, failure and what lies between get divvied out all the same, each person has their opportunity to walk down aisle four and grab a few boxes of success. Life much like Wal-mart doesn’t have coupons and just as rarely has a buy one get one free anything, so if you need it, you better have the yenom (money backwards) to buy it.

Side bar: I choose to say yenom every now and again because money sometimes sounds so nasty when you say it and don’t have it.

Every Victor of success that means something to me seems to have this rags to riches story that encourages most not to give up on their dreams simply because their circumstances don’t seem favorable, but I can’t possibly believe that every person with crappy conditions becomes a Thurgood or a Martin, some folks just have to be a Pookie or a RayRay and I worry that maybe I’m a Pookie or a RayRay and not a Cornell or a Fredrick. I mean I’m sure Pookie had friends that believed in him, that encouraged him, and made him believe his dreams wouldn’t fall short of reality. He most likely had a girlfriend that said she’d never give up on him or let me him down either. I know for sure RayRay’s homeboy’s didn’t slip looking out for him every once in a whiled because they knew when that boy made it, everybody was straight, but what if they amount to nothing. Well ok, maybe not ‘nothing’ but less than what their dreams said they’d be, have they failed? Was their life not as hard as it needed to be for their story to be significant enough to know? I hear it from so many, that their struggle was worth it but I wonder how many ambitious, determined individuals that chase after their dreams end up standing outside of that store that you frequent requesting change from a person that chose to accept life just the way it came, without imbuing any of their own aspirations in it anywhere? Is that the life I should have chose, the one where I’m unhappy but I can pay the bills, take care of myself, and God Willing wake up the next morning and drag myself through it once again?


Don't Be A Pawn, Be The One They Remember Putting People In Checkmate! Life is like chess think it out before you move!

Critic of Christopher McNulty's show at the Saltworks Gallery

Artist: Christopher McNulty

Body of Work: 'Days'

Gallery: Saltworks

Date: Sept 8 Open till October 20

When walking into the Saltworks gallery, there’s a slightly sterile feel in the room due more to the artists monochromatic images than the actual venue. Based on the previous day’s experience & visit to the three other galleries, I assumed we’d be looking at the pieces, generally making personal observations about them, and possibly leaving with an inclined third eye, something deep and “artsy fartsy.” But we walked in, and Mr. McNulty was speaking. Initially it seemed that he was just lecturing on how deep he was in comparison to anyone in the room who didn’t understand his work. Very soon after I arrived at this conclusion the next one rang even louder and truer: I was stereotyping him.

McNulty’s work was extremely “blank” without knowing what it was at which I was actually looking. I’m sure that such a statement makes it sounds like I’m no real aficionado of art, or even understand its lack of a need for explanation. On the contrary, I didn’t ask the artist to explain his work, he knew not explaining what had been done would leave his work meaningless. He explained how he went through an entire process, using some technique to give a projected life expectancy for himself and used that number as the catalyst for this project. Essentially, he named each piece after the projected amount of days he had left to live and applied various striations, x’s, and fingerprints to matched the amount of days he had left when beginning that specific work of art. For example, one piece was called 20,468 days, which had 20,468 x’s in a circular motion.

Now I had a clear understanding of who Mr. Mcnulty is as far as his work is concerned, but I guess my main question concerning this instillation is this: if the life of the piece essentially lives in how it was created and why it was done, and if the viewer know neither of those things, do the images “matter”? Perhaps the images are not capable of standing on their own and need the artist’s constant explanation. But what happens if the artist is not present at every opening and every gallery? Furthermore, if the artist has to be present at every gallery opening or at every show, is the actual art work what we’re there to see, or are we really there to hear his story? Is he the art work? He’s being shipped around to every gallery just like the framed pieces are, so does he consider himself a piece of art?

I guess in many situations the artist statement would facilitate a happy medium between the artist and his creations. But I had the opportunity to ask the artist how he felt about having to have such a strong hand in the understanding of his work. His response was that when he sends his work to a show that he cannot physically attend, he sends another piece of writing along with the artist statement to further explain what was done in the pieces. My next question (which I didn’t ask) was who reads it or even knows that it’s supposed to be read? What if the people who install the work assume the gallery’s visitors will accept Mcnulty’s work with a “what you see is what you get” attitude, like most other galleries they may frequent? To me it seems that a large part of the art in his work exists in what was done and why it was done, but not actually the end result. The end result is basically a summation of what was done and what happened, but to me not the art in its entirety.

Considering McNulty’s installation reminded me of my reaction to the work of Jackson Pollock because although to most his art work breathes a life of its own, I am personally attracted to his paintings because I knew how they were birthed. I am intrigued by stories of how he’d lay the canvas on the floor and walk over it with a cigarette in mouth, drizzling paint in patterns the coordinates of which only his subconscious mind knew until the end result was that of which he was pleased to call his own. McNulty’s piece titled 20,045 days, made up of his own finger prints applied to a 71"x71" canvas was overwhelming in size and precision. To believe that this man sat there with an ink pad, and in a circular motion pressed his thumb continually over twenty thousand times both on that ink pad then on the canvas shows me a great deal of commitment to what was, probably much like Pollock, only known in the deepest recesses of his being. I don’t know about you but after about 50 applications of the whole thumb-ink-canvas thing, I would have had to rethink my strategy.

So again I am not saying that McNulty’s work in its totality was anything short of impressive and creative, but I don’t feel the actual work on the walls alone is enough – and apparently neither does the artist - to validate such a powerful body of work. More thought should be put into finding a mainstream approach to solidifying the meaning and the work in a more cohesive manner that doesn’t fluctuate depending on the artist’s presence at the show. I mean, what if I suggest some friends stop through tomorrow and he’s not there, then what?

Is Mindless Creation Allowed in Music? Guess not!

Mindless Creation Inspired by Prof. Aishman

In the early 1900’s, circa 1916-1920 during World War 1 lived an art movement called ‘Dada or Dadaism’. This movement at its time, and even now looking back at it was powerful because of its lack of a message and of course inadvertently having one. The Dada movement existed in various forms such as visual arts, literature, theatre, and graphic design, but the intent behind the movement was to go against the grain of what was considered acceptable forms of art, creating what was called anti-art. The movement was displaying its disapproval with the war, and the manipulation of the ruling classes to make this war exist.

Before this movements manifestation it was as if arts only purpose was to appease those looking by giving them something they could connect with or understand. Knowing that art could not exist without a purpose unconsciously limits its diversity. So to have a movement that says were going to make art and be aware of all the rules and intentionally not abide by any was unheard of.

So a few days ago I was reading the blog of one of my professors and the first line of his blog posed the question, “Whatever happened to mindless creation?” What was even more ironic was early that day before I began to read his blog, I was speaking to a few peers and they were all enthralled about the hip-hop culture but disenchanted by its current state. NO ONE wants to hear another lean with it rock with it, do the heizman on that Ooo, Crank that soldier boy, or anything about doing the cupid shuffle song. But honestly that’s the problem with current hip-hop, it parallels the issues of art during the early 1900’s, people were forced into believing that arts only function had to pertain to aesthetics, or some type of implied or covert message, but how about Not! What if hip-hop doesn’t always have to be saturated with a fight the power message, or the need of one voice, one person, and one mic to make a change? What if you just make music to make it? Allowing the listener to interpret what he or she wants from the music, or not even interpret anything at all just listen, and accept what is heard at face value and it be ok. Don’t get me wrong, I’d choose Naz’s first LP over some of this pop music any day but that’s not the point I'm trying to make. My gripe does with us not understand this current form of music’s importance to the movement as a whole, you can still have fun making music, and you don’t have to instill some profound message in your song for it to be worth listening to. You can make music simply because you love it and you’ll still be accepted as an artist in your own right. Your mindless creation is what makes you an artist and because you’re not doing what some, maybe even most feel you should be doing with your music, it doesn’t lessen your caliber as an artist it simply makes you an individual, and what’s so bad about that?

Credits: wikipedia<---- quick research of factual info Steve aishman <---where the inspiration derived from photoawesome <---a website worth going to!

Dada Movement

This is my personal era of nothingness...just for pure enjoyment...after learning the 4x5...which I'm dumb happy about...I've decided to put some serious time into shooting with the 4x5 but first here is some pure, down home fun! with some large format pola's







Oh yea here is some of my commissioned work....not much