The installation emerges. I give my sketching mind\u00a0an imaginary dream-set of colored pencils, with 213 colors, including a couple of blenders of different temperatures. \u00a0I turn myself loose mm-hmm on these shadows.<\/p>\n
of course time is nothing in the imagination, and I spend seasons coloring the shadows in, unbothered.\u00a0 I don\u2019t want. \u00a0What separates me from the lady in West Virginia who spends her whole life balling string? \u00a0The presentless activity is imagination, there-dee.\u00a0 I draw gangly urban scenes of the cities I have lived in<\/b>, specific scenes at identifiable times of day, with obscured goings on inside the windows of cartoon buildings. I insist on using color, and I fucketh with scale, and turn the viewer participant into a Seussian Who, an insider, another kind of a creature.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The installation emerges. I give my sketching mind\u00a0an imaginary dream-set of colored pencils, with 213 colors, including a couple of blenders of different temperatures. \u00a0I turn myself loose mm-hmm on these shadows. of course time is nothing in the imagination, and I spend seasons coloring the shadows in, unbothered.\u00a0 I don\u2019t want. \u00a0What separates me … Continue reading <\/span>