Got to see Primus last night, after a 20year hiatus, excellent! Very very! Standing, dancing, enjoying the ear-splitting noise got me thinking as only ear damage will do: that real, hard, physical experience is my creative gold mine.
Art is experiential-the creative/making process comes from what viscerally shakes our core!
Now, I gotta find a way to translate that into a sculpture, and find a way to convey this to my summer sculpture students....Gonna make a smashup sculpture.
Take a broken down recycled lawn mower; smash into a pancake with a sledge hammer; and sandwich it inside one of the wooden logs rotting in our yard. Kind of an homage to the utilitarian tool we are married to-as post-colonial suburban consumers. Gotta love all those bright green chem-lawn lawns in lovely arid central Texas, as we recreate the English fantasy of an arcadian garden of Eden
