Archive for September, 2011

A Rectangle is Not a Square

A square is a rectangle, a rectangle is a parallelogram, a parallelogram is a quadrilateral, a quadrilateral is a polygon. But a rectangle is not always a square.

The definition of individual objects in order to identify them is fascinating to me, especially when the object is organic or more complex.  Like, my face is a face, but a face is not always my face.  I wonder what rules the programs that run Google maps go by in order to recognize a face as a face.  Or how Facebook can literally identify and differentiate between your friends when you upload a picture of them.  I honestly don’t find it creepy that computers are able to do this, but it makes me wonder how complex our brains are in order to be able to recognize a seemingly infinite amount of objects and patterns so easily.  And we are practically born with this ability!  It reminds me of that cartoonish idea of the newborn animal that claims the first living thing it sees as “mother.”

Ball-point pen on illustration board, 16 in by 20 in.

p.s.  You might be able to see a faded cross section in the picture and it’s the result of taking four separate scans and then piecing them together on the computer.  I’ve photographed my work and that always seems to turn out pretty bad, soooo, anybody got any ideas of where I can go to scan larger works in the whole?


Send and Receive

Here are a couple of paintings I’ve just completed. The picture quality is quite horrible but they get the point across.  I don’t think I’ll explain these two (as if I’ve really explained anything else on this blog) because I’m not completely sure what I mean by them.  I think they are only a small part of some larger idea and maybe a little insufficient by themselves.

The glitch painting was done on watercolor paper which is a first for me.  It’s acrylic and collage or mixed media or something and I think its 20 or 22 inches square. The Swimmer is acrylic on canvas and I think it’s around 20-24 inches tall…

Looking at One’s Own Feet

I read an interview where a photographer named Kyoji Takahashi was asked why he was now focusing on his immediate home turf surroundings instead of the foreign places he was known for.  He said, “because I think it’s easier to take photos of a world outside your own. It’s much more difficult to look at one’s own feet. It’s very difficult to take a photo of your own roots.”

I agree, I think it is terribly easy to find mystery and beauty or something unique in a world that is not your own.  It’s too bad that it often takes leaving your roots in order to appreciate how amazing they really are.  By the way, two of these are from Northern California and one is from the desert I consider home.

Dreaming of Winter

I seriously can’t wait for the cold, cold winter.  Less people, cars, and heat.  More peace and quiet and fuzzy hats.


Panorama made with Microsoft Ice.