Black Gold, 2017, 5"h x 4" dia., Snow Globe with 3D-Print. #snowglobe #industrial #oil
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Black Gold, 2017, 5"h x 4" dia., Snow Globe with 3D-Print. #snowglobe #industrial #oil
Utopia, 2017, 7.25"H, 6" Dia., Snow Globe, Sound. (Solar panel and wind turbine)
Getting ready for tonight's lecture at @newspacephoto (at Newspace Center for Photography)
Robert Stivers: X Series, 2005, gelatin silver prints (at Museum of Photographic Arts)
I'm making 70 DIY bioluminescent night lights for workshops I am teaching over the next 4 days. #bioilluminate #bioart #biolight #explorasciencecenter (at Albuquerque, New Mexico)
Interview featured on Light Leaked today about various projects I have done on the the nuclear energy industry.
Today I gave a lesson on surveillance to my photo class. #leonardoselvaggio (at The University of New Mexico - UNM)
Just got a package from the wonderful @tantotempo2008 filled with goodies from the Mt. Rokko Photo Festival. #mtrokkophotofestival #caretakerrobots #kobejapan
Test print of new work, using a Russian painter as inspiration. #ivanshishkin (below.) #petrichor #ichor (at The University of New Mexico - UNM)
Taking the Control Room exhibition down at Central Features. #centralfeatures (at Central Features Contemporary Art)
Georgia exhibition! #slowexposures #abbeyhepner (at Zebulon, Georgia)
516 ARTS' Teresa Buscemi and HABITAT Block Party artist Abbey Hepner interview on KRQE news live.
6am at the station getting ready for a live news interview. #krqe #516blockparty #516arts #energyilluminations #abbeyhepner (at Krqe News 13)
You will be standing in the market, sorting through avocados, when the band Kansas “Dust in the Wind” will come pumping through the ceiling and you’ll think: “Jesus, this song is gonna out live me.” There are a few things that getting really sick illuminates. 1. Dieting is ridiculous. The way you look is beside the point. The biggest gift you bring to any room is your heart. 2. You will ask anyone for money. Will get on your knees to beg your enemy for help, because you know that way down under all that animosity is a deep and abiding love, for why else would she hate you with such loyalty. 3. Things that used to taste bitter suddenly turn to maple sugar in your mouth. What you wouldn’t have for another year to grieve that man you thought you loved more than your own bone marrow. 4. Suddenly everything will be so beautiful. The halfhearted sunset. The rotting leaves. The way a rind hugs a lime. Your own age spots. What you wouldn’t do to earn more of them. 5. Yes, you will drink liquid seaweed. You’d stand on your head in a mini skirt wearing no underpants in front of your ex’s new girlfriend if you thought that it would make a difference, but you won’t not ever be the same again. This is neither good nor bad, it just is. And anyway, too much suffering is caused by trying to hold onto things. There goes your youth. There goes your lover. There goes your health, your wealth, your beauty, all of them useful when they were around, but there are other tools with which to cherish yourself now. 6. The first thing you give up is the means of comforting yourself with thoughts of suicide. 7. The second thing you give up is pride, and as you do, the world will come rushing forward. It is fucking hard to ask for help, but if you don’t, you will never know how much you matter, or the fact that the only person who didn’t love you enough is huddled inside your skin. 8. Your skin, your skin is the biggest gift you were ever given. When the doctors first said, I might die soon what surprised me is that I didn’t wish I’d written more poems, or even told people I loved them. If I love you, you know. What I wished is that I’d seen more the world, let its salt stick to me. I spent so much time in my head and in my heart that I forgot to live in my body. Maybe that’s why she’s in trouble now. I have been obsessed with achieving immortality through poetry, but when I was told in no uncertain terms that this rickety container has an actual expiration date, I knew that immortality is bull shit, so I left that hospital with a horse’s dose of right fucking now. We don’t get to take anything with us and anything we leave behind is not one foot still in life, because once we are dust we are literally for the wind. So on my agenda, with whatever time I have left, is joy. Because, #9, anticipatory grief is absurd. When I’m dead, I won’t be here to miss anything and engaging in pre-missing seems like an indulgence. It not that there isn’t pleasure in weeping – why else would we do it so much – but I’ve got ocean’s to float, I’ve got lava to peep, I’ve got a balcony in the South of France on which to slow dance with a lover that I love down to the spaces between her eyelashes. Poems will happen because that is how I process life, but I will no longer mistake them for living. If there is any advice I would have to give to my formerly non-sick self, or maybe you, it would be this: Eat the avocados, love yourself down to the marrow and out past the rind, make stalwart enemies out of good people who will hate you with their whole hearts, make it mutual and unconditional and this way you will never be alone with love. I don’t want to be finite, but the fact that we are is what makes even the terror exquisite. So, step out from behind your walls, let the world rush forward, rise to meet it. Turn your precious attention towards God’s most tangible gift, this physical world, and while you still have the chance, let your beloved skin salt in the wind.
Bone Marrow, a poem by Tara Hardy https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=I9RQjGKaWtM
#sayulita2015 #sayulita #donpedros #playa (at Don Pedro's)
Saturday mornings. #sayulita2015 (at Coffee at the corner)
Mini golf cesspool fail. #hinkle #minigolf #summer (at Hinkle Family Fun Center)