fuji

Right now, most of my friends are finishing spring quarter... even though I've been on a break from school, I am proud to announce that I have finally finished winter quarter!

There were two projects lingering from my art class with Gail, leaving me with a dreaded "incomplete" instead of a letter grade - until recently.

this was my final project for the class

I filmed it at an amazing place called Peninsula School,
with the help of Alda (on the right), Annie (on the left), Ben&Keenan (who loaned me the video equipment), and especially the kids.

After shooting the footage, I emailed my friend Michael about music. He said he only had one song recorded, and he attached it to his email.

I had never heard the song he sent (fuji), but it turned out to be perfect.

Blue rectangles in the hallway

The house where I live is filled with art.Most of it was there before I moved in,
and I've never met most of the artists.

I'm moving out very soon, so I decided to make a contribution to the house... a parting gift, I suppose.

Basically, I painted blue rectangles in the hallway.

This is what they look like:

Yes, I know... They don't even look like murals.

In fact, they're just blue rectangles, and most of the people walking by won't give them a second thought.

They're more than that to me, though...
I think of them as frames for future paintings.

When I walk through the hallway, I slide my fingertips across them, wondering when someone will see them as canvases, and I'm looking forward to this stranger's inspiration.

And this day will definitely come.
Some day, some stranger will paint on my blue rectangles.

It will make me a little bit sad, because they'll no longer be how I made them, with endless possibilities.
Instead, they'll be the platform for one person's art...

When that day comes, I think I'll be ready for it, but not today.

Today, the platform itself is art.

But to you, they might be just rectangles, so it's time to finish my postmodern rambling...

I painted blue rectangles in my house.
I spent an afternoon and an evening on them.
To most people, they are just rectangles.
But to someone, they will be frames.
One day, these frames will hold that person's art,
But for now, the frames are the art.

recent art

Although lately my thoughts have been consumed by godtube.com (bordering on compulsion), and my time has been consumed by work (mostly with Bolo),

I have managed to make a little bit of art.

The first is the finished version of my refrigerator project for my Art and Biology class (not one of the 2 projects that would satisfy my 'incomplete' in that class... Gail, I promise I'll finish those projects before June 6)



The voice is Teva's - one of the kids that I babysit - and yes, that is his refrigerator,
and most of the pictures come from a 2-day door-to-door adventure with my friend Audrey ("May I take a picture of the inside of your refrigerator?").

About 1/3 of the pictures come from emails, though, and I really appreciate everyone who participated - Hopefully, if you watch the video enough times, you can see your reefer in its .08 sec of fame!

Now for the second project - I'm really proud of this one.



This piece was titled "predominantly mail art," and it took place at An Art Affair at Stanford last weekend.

During the festival, over 20 people wrote messages on postcards that I made, and I mailed every one of them last Wednesday....

Here is what the postcards looked like.

The bummer moment happened at the post office when I was mailing them.

Saray, the woman at the post office, told me that they weren't "standard postcard size." She placed them onto a measuring diagram and showed me that the minimum size is 3-and-a-half by 5 (most of my postcards were about 3x5).

"...Can I just buy the stamps and try to send them anyways?" (it's not like I had anything better to do with them).
"Yes, but I can't guarantee they'll be mailed. Just put them in the mailbox outside, because I'm not supposed to handle anything that doesn't qualify."

I bought the stamps and sent the postcards... we'll see if/when they ever arrive.

Moral: if you ever do a postcard-writing campaign, make sure you cut the postcards at 3-and-a-half by 5, at least.