Un-stack the pyramid of thoughts, and look at one brick alone Bee wonders about the Hive and even Sanity itself.
The BEE drama season finale!
Many people will have their Covid-19-Year art pieces; this Bee miniseries is mine. A common bee discovers himself disconnected from the hive society, and begins to consider his purpose and directions, independently, and for himself. He flies around with a fresh eye to situations and roles, and questioning and refining his basic assumptions about the world, perception, and reality.
BEE Film ep4 Credits: Music by Nick Lee Sunsets by the Hangers Flowers by Alexa Lee Road Movie by John Harnois
It feels like puja season, and the Summer’s Horse Bodhisattva shrine is over. Presenting the movie-ette version.
Try to put a sculpture into a media-rich environment like Instagram, and you quickly see the use of series, video, storytelling, and music, it enlivens the subject. The Art becomes a character in the center of a potentially star-building narrative system.
I create actual stuff, things, objects. I act with things in my environment; tools, studio, garden, home. I’ll continue to, because that what living is to me. Meanwhile, I don’t know what to do about the rich-media online environment. I like dipping into it, making a few comments, but I don’t really need it for anything, and it is a lot of work to maintain it well. It is ultimately about finding a place that can fully support all your madness, delusions, and hallucinations.
How to explain the Bee, is, many media influences together, without more connection than happens in a person’s (mine) Mind. A continuous surf session on the phone while laying on the couch during Covid-19. Here are the elements and their sources, listed:
Lucy Price, and Megan Slattery, for motivational self inspiration. Emma Pryde, for Glory Kitsch Alexa Lee, the Bee Gardener Racheal Bunting, for unlimiting exaggeration and metaphor K Drama, for rich soup narratives and graphic design WebToons, for serial stories Emma Rodseth, for noticing everything, and bee Poet. Afreeca.com, for livestreaming The Hangers, for understanding and encouragement. Peter Sparling, for A Month of Goldbergs
All my work now has a strong narrative content. I imagine and get to use more cultural connections than when I was an austere minimalist, as I was years ago. Of course, all-hail materials and process, but I want to fool around more now.
When trying to put a sculpture into a media-rich environment like Instagram, and you quickly see the use of series, video, storytelling, and music, it enlivens the subject matter. The art becomes the character in the center of a potentially star-building narrative system.
I create actual stuff, things, objects. I act with things in my environment, tools, studio, garden, home. I’ll continue to, because that what living is to me. Meanwhile, I don’t know what to do about the rich-media online environment. I like dipping into it, making a few comments, but I don’t really need it for anything, and it is a lot of work to maintain it well. For Documentation of Record, this blog here is a much better medium overall. It is all ultimately about finding a spot that can fully support all your madness, delusion and hallucination.
Now, Creating a place to live, for the Horse-Bodhisattva, a shine in the World. Out of the shiny bits and odd ends of what I have around, for fun and play. I feel like time is standing still – the aura of equanimity and composure radiates outwards from this sculpture into the whole world, now.
Now… so the word “now” is the word now. I’m spending a lot of time in my studio (now), it is so nice to have a real place to be (now), not a virtual place at all. Still, Happy to connect with you, dear viewer, anywhere or time (now, or later).
The question of “what is creativity?” arises as we believe we’re now excessively immersed in media throughout our lives in this world. Many can believe that creativity and originality is impossible now, and all efforts to conceptualize and realize ideas, thoughts, and feelings, are repetitive of earlier productions, and we’re only left to reexamine, resort, and morph the genres that already exist. I had worked artistically for years in the model of conceptualize-build-and present, but I no longer believe that ideas matter, or that the realized outcomes of ideas, that is, as artworks, matter either. For me now, what matters is that particular moment when one is mediating between the idea, the imagination, and the created thing, the realization, between the imaginary and the real. That gap, that bridge between the two worlds, the inner and outer universes we exist in, that middle-of-the-ocean non-place, far from either shore… this is the place I’m most interested in spending my time at, in my studio. Of course, as a person for whom relevance is no longer important or even possible, I am free to do this. For a sculptor, it is the moment between design and execution, for the dancer, perhaps it is the moment after hearing the music and before making a step. For the poet it is the gap from the voice in the head to the words on the page. This duality forms every creative act, and like every duality, can be resolved by adding a third element, the instant of the creative moment itself.