Big Things Happening

Sometimes a long interval passes between my blog posts because life seems to be moving slowly - not much seems to be happening.

This has not been one of those times.

The long interval, this time, is due to the fact that so much is happening... so fast... that it's hard to find time to write, and it's hard to know what to pick out to write about.

The biggest news, really, is that Christina and Kodiak and I are moving to Sweden this summer! More on that in a moment.

Two posts ago, in my entry of December 4th, 2021, I discussed the fact that I had been commissioned by someone I know here in Taos to build a new sculpture. That sculpture is now finished and installed. The client wanted a sculpture to bring attention to his ambitious and well-developed solar electric installation, and so 'Electra' was born. 

Electra is an emissary from the future, letting us know that we'd better shift our energy technologies over to sustainable sources before it's too late.

Other than her base (which is carbon steel), she is fabricated entirely from stainless steel, so her surface should require little maintenance and she should look like that more-or-less forever.

And here is Electra taking her rightful place at the evolutionary end of the progression I showed back in December.

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So, we are moving to Sweden.

Well, I should qualify that and say that we are almost certainly moving to Sweden this summer. A grotesque enlargement of Putin's vanity war, or some other unforeseen complication might still derail our plan, but that feels pretty unlikely. I would put the likelihood of us really moving at about 98% and climbing.

The news has been leaking out, so some of you reading this may already know it.

There are multiple reasons for this move. In roughly descending order of importance, they are:

• Secure a better education and a better future for Kodiak. This really is the undisputed #1 reason for the move. New Mexico is 49th out of the 50 states in quality of education, and we feel Kodiak deserves more. We also want him to have the opportunity to become a 'World Citizen' in a way that he never could if we stay in Taos.

• Move to a place with a less divisive political climate, and less Republicans. I hate the conservative agenda in this country, I hate the fact that that agenda is driven by fear and hatred of dark-skinned people and women, I hate the effects of unchecked free-market capitalism, and I hate climate-change denialism. I could go on and on. Sweden does not suffer from these idiotic problems. Christina feels the same way. 

• A change of career opportunities for Christina and me. Who knows, really, how our careers will go in Sweden, but it's well-known that there is an entirely different level of respect for the arts in Europe than here in the US. Serious artists over there can get government assistance, there are collective workshops (places like BBK in Berlin, where I built With Open Arms, and KKV in Sweden), and probably lots of other good resources for artists. We are jumping in a little blind but we are willing to roll the dice.

• We will be in a place where we can grow old and face inevitable health problems without going bankrupt, without enriching 'Health' Insurance executives with everything that should be Kodiak's inheritance.

• We will be closer to Christina's parents in Stockholm, and to my brother Cles and my mother, who both live in Greece. (One regrettable downside is that we will be farther from my dad and brother. But hell, now they will have a reason to visit Sweden!)

• We will be a short train ride or flight away from the rest of Europe... places like Paris, Berlin, Copenhagen, Oslo, and Venice... 

• We will radically increase our opportunities for exposure to arts and culture.

• We will be near a beach and an airport, things which are very far from Taos.

The timing of our move is incredibly complicated to pin down, as it depends on variables such as my application for a residency permit in Sweden, our ability to secure a spot in a school for Kodiak, our ability to secure an apartment or house to live in, and some possible job opportunities which might keep me working here in Taos into the fall. In any case it seems Christina and Kodiak will likely move over there in July, with me either coming at the same time or following some weeks later.

And for the record, we are NOT selling our ranch here in Taos. If things don't work out for whatever reason, we can always come back. 

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These last 6 weeks have been some of the craziest times for my career that I can remember.

In a nutshell, I have had a quite unprecedented flood of opportunities, most of which have promised to deliver big paychecks, and most of which have evaporated almost as quickly as they had appeared for one reason or another. And through it all, one or two good ones have actually stuck.

It's really been strange. 

• One job - a new sculpture build - promised to pay almost 3 times more than I had ever made on a previous sculpture build. The pay would have been so good that it would have made sense for me to stay here in Taos through the fall in order to build it, throwing a huge wrench into the Sweden plans. Then the job was suddenly postponed... perhaps indefinitely.

• A festival job disappeared because the guy I was working with threw a temper tantrum when I asked him to verify that I would have the right kind of forklift available at the site. That was a guy (well-known to some of my artist contemporaries) with whom I was possibly going to do other work in the future, and I feel like I dodged a bullet when he revealed himself to be a narcissist and a jerk.

• Yet another festival job disappeared when, over the course of a week, my contact couldn't be bothered to answer my emails and texts... until I told him I had run out of time to organize my logistics. Upon receiving that text, he responded immediately accusing me of being impatient! (I could expand this into a whole blog post... who are these self-absorbed people and how do they get these jobs? And why are we, as artists, so often forced to deal with them?)

• An old friend from LA called me with less than a week warning asking me to come to LA to help work on some droids for a new Star Wars thing. That actually sounded like a lot of fun but I just couldn't fit it into my schedule.

• A new 'traveling festival' is talking to Christina and me about leasing a few of our big sculptures to go "on the road." This could be a nice sort of 'passive income' for us... but I can't tell if they are really serious or not. They know we are moving to Sweden and that time is of the essence. We shall see...

• I just sold Fledgling to a local gallery owner and friend here in Taos. This means that, along with Electra, Taos will have two of my sculptures on permanent display, now that we are leaving!

• And now, in the last few days, I am talking to someone about a new sculpture build for display at an event in the United Arab Emirates at the end of the year. Just like that first job in this list, this one now threatens to upend the Sweden plans, because if it were to really happen, it would make the most sense for me to stay here through the fall and build it. I wonder what will happen?

One must have a high tolerance for uncertainty to work in the arts. It has been quite a roller-coaster as these jobs have appeared, promised to pay big dollars, and then disappeared. 

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Meanwhile, with the awareness that our big relocation is coming fast, Christina and I have been busy like never before. Not only are we selling vehicles and all manner of other stuff as well as cleaning up our land, we are also packing in the trips to see people and places we might not see for a while. 

In April, Kodiak and I spent a wonderful 5 days in San Francisco with my dad. It was a chance for Kodiak and my dad to get to know one another, as well as for me to show Kodiak the city of my youth. We dined with my dad at great restaurants every night, and I gave Kodiak a first class tour of the city. Among other things, we met up with my old friend Sabrina Merlo for a tour of Sean Orlando's cool new Seaport Studios, went to the DeYoung museum (where I was amazed to see Thomas Hart Benton's 'Susannah and the Elders'!), rode the ferris wheel right next to the museum, went to Baker Beach, the crooked street, Coit Tower, North Beach and Chinatown, SoMa and Haight Street. I took him over the Golden Gate Bridge to Stinson Beach where we spent a sweet afternoon with my old high school pal Vasco Agnoli and his family. We even climbed to the top of Fort Point for great views of the Golden Gate and the Pacific Ocean. What a great city that is.

And just this last weekend, the Vanagon triumphantly returned to take us (along with Kodiak's good friend Marcelo) to Chaco Canyon, home of Anasazi and their impressive architectural triumph, Pueblo Bonito. This trip really arose out of Christina's desire to show Kodiak the best of New Mexico before we leave (she also took him to White Sands and the Carlsbad Caverns a few months ago), but I was also thrilled to go. In fact, I did a school report about Pueblo Bonito when I was about Kodiak's age, so it was actually quite special for me to walk through that place. Much to my surprise, they actually let you walk around the site! 

So I guess that's it for now. 

As you can see, big changes are afoot! 

Stay tuned...

The Way Forward

Ok well it’s been a while. So much is happening all the time and sometimes it’s hard to pick out the ‘blog-worthy’ stuff to write about. But I have to remember that what feels normal and routine to me might not seem normal and routine to everyone. 

I’ll get the bad news out of the way first, and that is that Burning Man decided to reject my application for funding a new sculpture… AGAIN! 

Burning Man places sculptures in specific locations around the ‘city,’ and the most prestigious placement, arguably, is a location called ‘The Keyhole.’ It’s very central, very high visibility. Christina was awarded the Keyhole placement in 2009 for her sculpture “The Heron Project.” The reason I bring this up is that, pretty much every year that I apply for funding, I gradually convince myself - while waiting for their response - that my proposal is so good that not only are they going to fund it, but they’re going to honor me with the Keyhole! And then… they reject it. 

The upshots of this brief discussion are A) that I apparently always like my own proposals so much that I think they merit fantastic placement (and I suppose this sort of self-confidence is probably a good thing) and B) my own assessment of my own ideas must be really out of step with the assessment of the Burning Man granting committee. (In fact when I look at some of what they fund instead of my proposals, I am often baffled.)

Oh well, fuck it. I have other shit going on. 

Actually, to be perfectly honest, I'm not sure I would have been able to accept the grant - and build the sculpture - even if I had gotten the 'thumbs-up' from them. The next few months look like they're going to be very busy for me and Christina, with both paying work and non-paying work. In this context, it was probably even a blessing that I did not get funded by them, as building something for Burning Man is always a huge time commitment coupled with a loss of money. Still, it would have been nice to know that they liked my proposal in the same way that I do. Whatevs.

(For the record, my proposal was a sculpture of a woman on a shark. It was kind of the inverse of my proposal in 2019, in the sense that it was another interaction between man and nature (another sea creature, in fact), but this time it was positive and forward-looking. In fact it was called "The Way Forward." A text description and pictures will follow at the end of this post.)

Moving on.

In my last post, way back in December, I stated that I was about to start building a new sculpture as a private commission. My creative energies have been pretty focussed for these last few months on building that piece, and it's been a lot of fun. I have certain reasons for not wanting to 'unveil' this new sculpture, even here on the blog, until it is really done, so that means that the best you're going to get for now is this teaser picture...

I must say that I've really enjoyed building this piece, not least because I decided at the beginning to fabricate it entirely out of stainless steel. I love working with stainless steel! (Whenever one works with regular steel, a decision has to be made about how to 'finish' the surface to keep it from rusting to bits. In other words, one must ask oneself... should I paint this sculpture, or oil it every 6 months, or seal it in some other way, or let it rust? Stainless presents no such conundrum. Weld it up and call it done.)

Anyway, the official install date for this sculpture is May 5th, so I should be posting some pictures of the whole thing around that time.

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Christina and Kodiak and I just returned from a 2-week trip to England and Sweden. (It was my first time on a plane since October 2019!) We travelled to England in order to install Christina's sculpture The Flybrary on the grounds of the Chatsworth House.  The Chatsworth House is a stately mansion built in the 1600's which has been home to the long succession of Dukes of Devonshire. In fact, the current Duke of Devonshire lives there now! Burning Man arranged with the Chatsworth House to bring over about 10 large sculptures, and Christina's beautiful piece was one of the ones chosen. In fact, her piece is basically the star of the show; it has the very best placement (right in front of the house!) and is getting tons of great press. In fact, if you click the link above you will see a great picture on the Chatsworth House's homepage... which I will also immortalize here:

We were treated really well while in England; they put us up in a cute little stone cottage and fed us way too much food. We also got the chance to tour the home and see it's truly spectacular art collection. It's like a museum (and I love museums.)

I will now take you on a little photographic tour of our European adventure!

A view of the house, with the partially completed Flybrary in the foreground, as well as the river Derwent.

Another view of the house, with a very handsome young gentleman in the foreground. Kodiak did so well, and had such a good time on this trip. All the grownups fell in love with him!

This is the first room you see in the house. The room is colossal, all the walls and ceiling are covered in Renaissance-style paintings, and every nook has a sculpture.

This is an approximately life-sized sculpture of Saint Bartholomew, who was skinned alive, by my old favorite Damien Hirst. He is shown holding his skin on one arm, and the scissors used to remove his skin in the other hand. It is cast in silver, then gold-plated!

These are paintings of the current Duke and Duchess of Devonshire, the occupants of the house, by Stephen Conroy. They might seem unremarkable, at first glance, but they were actually my favorite paintings in the house, on purely stylistic grounds. They feature just the right amount of stylizing / idealization. I would like to paint like that.

Some contemporary sculpture by... I don't know who. The swirly, curvy things are made from bent wood, and I thought they were quite beautiful.

 

A wooden bench, which I also found gorgeous.

One of two original Rembrandt paintings in the house. This just gives you an idea of the quality of this collection. (We were told a funny story... Apparently many years ago there were three Rembrandts in the house. At some point one of the dukes died, and some pretty hefty 'death taxes' were due. The government came in and took one of the Rembrandt paintings as payment - they chose the one which was assessed to be the most valuable. Then, some years later, the painting was proved to be by one of Rembrandt's disciples, not him!)

There was an entire long room full of Lucien Freud paintings - probably 20 or 25 of them. Wow. This one, featuring his nude girlfriend and his mother, was perhaps the most intriguing!

And a HUGE John Singer Sergeant. This painting is about 9 feet tall... or 3 meters. Again, wow.

The last room on the tour was a large hall full of marble sculpture. This one was perhaps my favorite.

Also not bad.

Marble bust of... who knows! But wow, she is gorgeous. I took a lot of pictures of this one.

I had to squeeze behind this sculpture, close to the wall, to get a good shot of this lady's marble butt. Butt it was worth it.

After touring the house, we toured the gardens, which were vast. This guy cracked me up.

I dragged our group into a far corner of the grounds to see this sculpture, behind me, by my old friend Rachel Feinstein.

I guess that when you are a duke, and you have a 200 acre garden, you can have some pretty weird trees. 

Here's our crew! From left to right... Me, Christina, Brian Malley from Canada, good old friend Cedar, Cedar's girlfriend Heather, Kodiak, and Terril Scott from Berlin.

After leaving the Chatsworth House, Christina and Kodiak and I went down to London for a day and connected with my cousin Eduardo. He is originally from Brazil, as is my dad, but has lived in London for 8 or 9 years.

Upon arriving in Sweden we went straight to the house where we were staying, which was on the island of Rindö. The house is owned by some friends of ours who have deep roots both in Taos and Sweden. You have to take a ferry to get there.

The landscape in Sweden is quite beautiful, and the water is never far away.

Here is another photo from the ferry, taken from within the electric car we rented. It was our first real experience with an electric car; the car was cool, but recharging it was a pain because the car did not come with a charger. Instead we were forced to use the charging stations scattered around the city, which was quite difficult.

Sweden features large selections of both delicious pastries and power tools!

I tend to judge cities, or European ones at least, in part based on the quality and volume of their public sculpture. And extra points are awarded for female nudes. Barcelona leads the pack in this regard, at least as far as I have seen. Stockholm doesn't measure up quite as well, but there are a few gems, including this one near the old town center.

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I know that I usually round out my blog posts with some philosophical ponderings (and once in a while the ponderings wholly comprise the post). I have to say that with everything going on these days, I haven't been pondering all that much... other than to say that I sometimes find myself thinking about compassion. The ability to really identify with someone else, and feel what they are feeling, seems to me to be such a critical and important factor in the world, and sort of a differentiating factor between people. For instance, would Putin really have invaded Ukraine if he was a truly compassionate person? Would his soldiers be killing innocent women and children if they were truly compassionate people? I guess most soldiers aren't particularly compassionate. But I think the world would be a better place if more people conducted themselves with more awareness of how things are for other people.

And also, being in England (and close to Manchester at that) got me enthusiastic... again... for like the 100th time... about my old favorite band Joy Division. What a great band they were, and what a tragic story. I find that I am always interested in people who do really extreme things in life... people like Ian Curtis and Ted Bundy. I will never be one of those people... but I find them fascinating. 

While at the Chatsworth House we were really close to Macclesfield, and I really tried to get over there to see the last house that Ian Curtis lived in, but I had no car and so it wasn't possible. Oh well, another time.

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OK, as promised, I will now show some images and text from my most recent proposal for Burning Man.

Proposal text:

The Way Forward is a mid-action snapshot of an impossible scene. An ocean wave bursts from the ground, and at the cresting top of this wave is a shark, on the verge of breaking free from the water. Just forward of the shark's dorsal fin sits a woman. She is leaning forward, looking intently ahead, right arm outstretched in front of her, finger pointed decisively forward. The wave and the shark are crafted from steel; the woman from aluminum. The scale is such that the woman is about 1.25 times larger than a real human. This piece is a synthesis of several threads - aesthetic, personal, and philosophical - that came together for me in an unconscious process. The male and female, or Apollonian and Dionysian, as presented originally by Nietzsche and elaborated by Paglia, achieve a dynamic fusion in this piece. Also, a tremendously productive year of therapy brought me finally in touch with my wounded and suppressed female side, hidden since childhood. The woman on the shark IS my female side, showing the strength and focus needed to manifest, to demand to be seen. But I believe the most important, universal, and accessible meaning of the piece can be found in its depiction of the female principle uniting with the power of the natural world to show a path forward through dark times. The male principle can be rapacious and has done much damage. It will be the female principle in all of us that gets us back on track. Power and longevity of the shark, vision of the female, direction, focus, The Way Forward.

OK, thanks for reading.

Bye!

How Many Topics Can I Reasonably Cram Into One Blog Post?

After publishing my last post, I realized there was one more thing I wanted to write on the topic of politics. A while ago I read a book called "The War of Art" by Steven Pressfield. It's a good book, primarily about the struggle to be artistically productive. But of all the points made in the book, the one that stuck with me the most was about politics, not art. In a very short chapter called "Resistance and Fundamentalism," Pressfield draws a distinction between the Artist and the Fundamentalist. The essence of it (or at least what I have taken away from it) is that the Artist (the Progressive) believes that a better world is always yet to come, and this it is the responsibility of humans to work towards that world, while the Fundamentalist (the Conservative) believes that the best version of the world has already passed, and we have now fallen, and the way forward is really to go back... to that lost world of the past when things were better. It's such a simple, yet powerful, way to see this divide between types of Humans. I think about it all the time. The short chapter I'm referring to has a lot more to say... in only 3.5 pages. You can read it for free HERE... you'll find the chapter starting on page 45.

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I have lost a few friends over the years, not to death, but to something a little harder to figure out. These (former) friends I'm referring to have been primarily male. For the most part, these people have just stopped talking to me... dropped me, so to speak... and in the absence of any explanation, that has been confusing. But one or two people over the years have taken the time to "break up with me," or to explain the problem. Although the explanations were muddled, they expressed in one way or another the sentiment that I am not a "good friend." Which is to say, I don't know how to 'do' friendship correctly. I’m going out on a little bit of a limb here, but I speculate that the ones who just went quiet may have had similar complaints to the few who actually explained themselves to me. I’ve also gotten in trouble with my family from time to time for similar reasons; for not being attentive or not communicating as much as I should.

The thing is, I just don’t really need very much in the way of the normal aspects of friendship, like seeing people regularly, keeping up with friendly emails and stuff like that… the kinds of things that I think are called “friendship maintenance.“ In my mind, I'm still on the same good terms with friends, even if I don't talk to them for a year. And so because I don’t really need those things so much, I get a little confused by people who do. And more specifically, I get confused by people who need those things from me. I’m old enough now, and smart enough, to realize that many people do need these things… so sometimes I try to play along and be 'normal'. But I’m not very good at it. 

I guess another thing that stuck in my head, and which pertains to this topic, is something I read a long time ago which made the following simplified argument: People can put their energy towards their work, their family, or their friends. Generally speaking, or so the argument goes, people can only really put energy towards two out of those three. The third invariably suffers. For me, the passage of years has shown clearly that work and family are where I put my attention. And that feels normal to me. 

I am not autistic, but there are times when I hear or read descriptions of the social impairment that most autistics experience, and it feels very familiar. From what I have read, the language of emotion and interpersonal connection feels like a foreign one to them… one that they simply cannot understand. And there are times, admittedly in a very superficial kind of way, that I experience the same thing. 

In closing, to those of you for whom I could not provide the kind of friendship that you needed, sorry. And good for you for realizing it, and moving on. And to those of you who stick with me, thanks! It's nice to know you!

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I have a personal theory about the metric system versus the imperial (inch) system. I cannot help but see in these two systems the vestiges of what I believe were the disparate political cultures under which these two systems of measurement arose. The imperial system, originated in Britain, is arcane, difficult to memorize, and… when you get into some of the deeper and more esoteric corners of it… bordering on the nonsensical. The divisions of the inch, into 16ths, 32nds, and 64ths, are fundamentally ridiculous. The imperial system for measuring thicknesses of metal sheets is particularly stupid. My theory is that these systems were originally devised, perhaps in an unconscious way, with the intention (or at least the corollary benefit) of stratifying society into those who could understand the system, and those who could not. The metric system, on the other hand, could not be more straightforward. Because it is a base-10 system, it is extremely easy to understand. Not only does pretty much everybody in the world except the United States use the metric system… but so do the American military and NASA and a variety of US-based manufacturing concerns. My theory goes on, then, to postulate that this system arose partly out of a desire to have a common approach that everybody could understand… across all levels of society. I primarily use the Imperial system, because I live here in the US and all my tools are calibrated in inches, but after having lived in Europe for a bit, I can say that I prefer using the metric system.

(I find it funny that, when you get into the precision measurements required for machining, the inch is divided into 1000ths... or a base-10 system, a practical nod to the inherent sensibility of that approach. AND... the inch is internationally DEFINED as 2.54 centimeters!)

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I am excited to report that I recently got a private commission to build a sculpture for a gentleman that I know here in Taos. For the last year or so, as the pandemic ate away at the core of Christina‘s and my business model, I have been nursing along two cherished sculpture ideas. As I mentioned in my last post, I proposed one of those ideas for Burning Man this year... and I’m not prepared to talk about that one just yet… because I’m superstitious that way! But the other one that I’ve wanted to build, which is a standing female robot character which pays homage in some ways to the big red robot which now stands at Meow Wolf, and also to the sitting Buddha figure of With Open Arms, but which is an evolution from both of those, it’s something that I will now get to build. I have to say, I’m very excited! 

One really fun result of this commission is that I have finally been able to purchase a tool that I’ve wanted for a long time… well, at least since I used one back at BBK in Berlin. The tool is called a plate bending roll. I built basically the entire body of With Open Arms with a really incredible plate bending roll in Berlin, and I’ve just purchased a similar one, although much smaller, to build this new figure. I’m really excited about it! 

Here I am standing next to the roller I used in Berlin. It really was my favorite tool at BBK.

And here's a low-res photo of the one that I just bought. I have just noticed that the cabinetry at the left end of each machine is almost identical, and I'm wondering if there is some crossover between the European company (Metallkraft) and the American one (Americor). A google search showed nothing conclusive.

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It occurred to me the other day that if I were to pick out the most memorable of my machines and sculptures, and arrange them chronologically, it would be a linear progression not only in time but also along the axis which starts at machine and ends at human, and also along the access which begins at male and ends at female. 

The private commission I'm about to start building will sit very nicely at the right end of this continuum. Being able to see this progression in my head, and chart it, has actually already given me a general idea for yet another sculpture which could come after these that I am building now. Again… Exciting!

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I have been re-visiting my love for the late fashion designer, Alexander McQueen. One aspect I'm looking at with fresh eyes right now is: why do I like him so much?

Way back in my blog post of November 11, 2020, I stated that I had arrived at a theory which explained and tied together various elements of my psychological landscape. Amusingly, even though I'd written about the discovery as kind of a "teaser," no one asked for elaboration. This just goes to show that either A) no one reads my blog, B) people do read it but don't care about the theory, or C) people were desperately curious for elaboration but somehow knew that, had they asked, I would have politely declined to answer... about which they would have been correct! 

Anyway, the theory - which was new at the time - is now a firm part of my self-concept. And, it does shed light on my appreciation for McQueen. 

But perhaps this blog post is now sufficiently long, and has bounced randomly between topics enough, that I don't now need to go into McQueen. Let it suffice to say that I consider him an artist of the first magnitude, the highest level, and that, although I would never presume to put myself on the same level as a genius like mcQueen, I see a lot of commonalities between McQueen and myself - psychologically and artistically. 

Maybe I'll write about him again soon.

If you made it this far, well... thanks for reading.

Love to all of you,

Christian

Value Systems

Quasi stream-of-consciousness philosophical / social / political musings and a brief update on art output. 

Quasi stream-of-consciousness philosophical / social / political musings

Christina and I had an interesting conversation the other day which centered on the idea of different value systems. The kind of behavior that Person 1 thinks should, and would naturally cause Person 2 to shrink in guilt and shame, might in fact make Person 2 glow with pride because these two people subscribe to totally different value systems. The behavior of, for instance, a CEO of a pharmaceutical company implicated in the opioid epidemic makes for an extreme but therefore highly illustrative example. (Person 1 thinks "how can that CEO even sleep at night!?" while the CEO (Person 2) thinks "Fuck yeah, I made it to the top! The good life!") I guess this gets to the core of different political systems as well. A person who leans towards Democratic Socialism… or the idea that everyone should have a reasonably equal quality of life and that those who can't manage that quality of life on their own should have ample access to a robust social safety net… has a very different value system than a person who believes that all of life is one big competition, and the point of it is to win… or to have a better life than everyone else around you. So, I’m not really saying anything new here, but Free Market Capitalism and Democratic Socialism arise out of very different value systems… And I’m speaking about value systems in the human sense, or the moral sense. (I think it's worth noting that people living under Scandinavian-style Democratic Socialism are MUCH happier than those living under Free Market Capitalism). And going back to an old theme of mine, I just can’t help but wonder how much of this is rooted in psychology. It just wouldn’t surprise me if most of it arises out of formative life experience. For instance… and this is obviously a simplification… a person who grows up in poverty or in other kinds of challenging circumstances might gravitate towards a "Winner Take All" worldview, becoming a venture capitalist or something of the sort, and never sparing a second thought for those less fortunate than him. "Social Justice" might be a fundamentally meaningless term to a person like that. On the other hand a person raised to believe that everyone is equal and has a fair right to the good life… (and it might even be necessary for the functionality of my example that this theoretical person might himself or herself have been raised in comparative comfort)… such a person would understand the term and concept of "social justice" as an integral part of the way the world should be, and would fight to make that world real. It's fascinating to think of all these adult actors on the world stage (by which I mean pretty much every grownup) just directly acting out the unexamined consequences of their childhoods, and unconsciously shaping the world.

This might feel like a jump… the thematic link might seem tenuous… but I can’t help thinking about the comparative prevalence of religion between a place such as Scandinavia and another place such as the United States, or for that matter some parts of South America or Africa. In Scandinavia, religion is a mere formality. Almost no one actually believes in it… it’s just a ritualized vestige of the way that culture has evolved over the last thousand years. Whereas in the United States or South America or Africa, religion is quite prevalent.… and not just as a formality. People really believe. Now what is the difference between these two places? In Scandinavia, the government and the concomitant social safety net is highly developed. Peoples' basic needs are met by the society in which they live. So therefore, they do not need the supportive myth of a God who will make this life bearable, and then give them an even better life after they die. But in places like the US, South America, Africa, and others, there is no social safety net. People must struggle and fight just to have a decent life, and the government, gutted as it is by years of unchecked capitalism and/or mismanagement, is almost wholly incapable of taking care of its people. So religion plays an incredibly important role in the lives of these people… steeping them in the message that someone does actually give a shit about them (even if that caring someone is an imaginary bearded patriarch up in the sky), and that their lives will finally be better after death. 

Nietzsche would be appalled. Or maybe I’m wrong about that…maybe he would just have a good laugh. 

(I believe that there is an incredible hubris underpinning the idea that our human consciousnesses must persist after death. Consciousness seems to me to clearly be a product of biology (after all, my consciousness apparently did not exist before my biology grew up to support it [reincarnation enthusiasts might disagree!]), so why would we believe that consciousness would persist after the supporting biology fails? It's as if we humans are so impressed with ourselves that the idea of our consciousness dying when we do is just offensive! Again, hubris. Do animals go to heaven? The same heaven? Or a separate one?)

If you think about it, the progress towards Democratic Socialism and the progress towards a post-racist society have a lot in common. Both Democratic Socialism and race-blindness are obviously the more morally defensible positions, and progress towards these goals is obviously something worth fighting for. And yet the fights for these worthwhile goals both proceed haltingly at best because of the powerful vested interests which stand to lose their time-honored positions of advantage. After hundreds of years on top, there are signs that Whitey might be starting to lose it, and He doesn’t like it so he’s fighting back. In my opinion this is the core appeal of Trump and other fascists and aspiring fascists like him: “Make America (or Italy or Germany or Spain or Hungary) Great Again!” (for those of us who have traditionally been the privileged class).

I think the race situation in this country is poisoned by the legacy of slavery… poisoned in a 1000 year kind of way. Black people are forever angry about that inexcusable and horrendous history; white people are terrified of that righteous anger and the result of that fear is institutionalized and structural racism designed to keep Black people from getting a foot up; and this just adds more fuel to the fire of black anger. It’s hard to see how that situation can resolve itself. On the other hand it's really not too hard to see these forces ripping the country apart.

A brief update on art output

I came across an interesting bit of research last week. It's easy to find online summaries of the research article - one is here - but the basic idea is this: A researcher wanted to understand if there was any discernible or predictable pattern underlying the idea of a "hot streak," or a period of prolific and/or successful professional / artistic output. An example of a hot streak would be the four years that Jackson Pollock spent making his "drip paintings." Pollock's hot streak was so hot, in fact, that most people don't know he did anything else, but he only produced that type of work for four years. 

So the researcher (Dashun Yang) used artificial intelligence to comb through the careers of more than 26,000 artists, film directors, and scientists (it's already interesting, right?) to look for hot streak patterns. The resulting discovery was that hot streaks are almost invariably preceded by periods of meandering experimentation with diverse ideas or styles. This preceding period is referred to in the study as "exploration." The study continues by noting that the periods of exploration naturally give way to periods of "exploitation" in which the artist, film director, or scientist in question narrows in on one element that has emerged from the exploration as the one idea that he or she feels strongly enough about to pursue. This one idea is then exploited through deep focus and dedication, and the result is... a hot streak. Again, think back to Jackson Pollock whose four years of drip paintings were preceded by many years of meandering through a variety of more traditional approaches.

I can only surmise that I am in a period of exploration. I have historically, in my life, been the type of person to always finish what I start. But lately I have been more likely to begin a project, only to lose interest or focus before finishing. I'm not too proud of this; it's not a pattern I admire in others. None of these projects are officially abandoned, they are just "on hold" until I get back to them. And I usually do get back to them. But perhaps, as I mentioned, this is what exploration looks like. (Of course, I could just be "losing it," and finding comfort in the results of this fancy study I've stumbled upon!) However I do have a sense that something new might be around the corner. I've proven (to myself) that I can oil paint and draw the human figure; I've proven that I can sculpt in clay, that I can make and modify clothing, that I can metal fabricate and design mechanisms and work in hydraulics and other forms of power transmission. I've shown that I can dream up big projects, manage them to completion, and then move them around the world to where they are wanted. I can do all these things, and yet... I don't know which of them I actually care about enough to pursue deeply. I keep thinking there might be a synthesis of these disparate threads... a project or direction that could tie all these things together into something new and interesting, something I'd feel really invested in. But I'm not sure what it is yet and I guess I need to keep exploring.

(The elephant in the room might be tying the first half of this blog post together with the second half. Maybe it's time to envision some socially relevant art. I find that I am more interested in introspective, self-analytical art, and I often experience socially relevant art as preachy and self-righteous. But who knows. Maybe... just maybe...)

Meanwhile, there are two large sculptural projects that I've been nursing along for quite some time... projects I actually DO care about, even though they are pretty much straightforward metal work... about which I am cautiously hopeful. If the cards line up, it seems I might be able to build them between now and Fall 2022. So that is good news! One is a large female robot figure, and the other is... I can't talk about it because I've submitted it as a proposal for funding by Burning Man and I don't want to jinx it! Suffice to say that it is, in some sense, the "optimistic" obverse of ENDGAME. In any case, it would be cool if I got to build them both. What a turnaround from the last few years that would be!

Oh, and I submitted, for the first time, one of my paintings for consideration in a gallery show. Unfortunately it's sort of a COVID era show - online only. But the theme of the show is Emotions and I submitted a painting that fits pretty well...

...so I'm cautiously optimistic.

I mentioned earlier that I count clay sculpture among my skills... and I feel I should post at least one picture of something I haven't posted before, so here is an (unfinished) sculpture I have been working on intermittently:

It's fun. I enjoy it. 

Some positive feedback, with regard to not only the sculpture but the paintings and other stuff as well, would be probably be nice. But for that, I would have to A) finish the damn work, and B) get out from under my rock and show some people. There is no real community here in Taos, in the sense of artists gathering together to work, help each other, and create opportunities. We found that kind of community in Berlin, and it was great. Maybe it's just a feature of cities. Maybe just European cities?

Living in Taos is like non-stop pioneering. 

(I could go on and on... once I start writing I just think of more and more things to write. But this might be enough for now.)

Cheers