weekend

seems like forever since i went to an art show. fri, mike & i checked out the california biennial at ocma. many of the artists were young, and worked in video. my favorites included tim sullivan's humorous photos & magic carpet ride video and shana lutker's dream book and art that i dreamt i made piece. i wish that i could be as disciplined to track my dreams. i am working through a project to map in three dimensions the shape of my body in sleep & dreaming over the course of a night and across nights. the final piece will use lights to outline my movements.

the progress on my current project that is an led image of my father is going slow. i'm not sure if it is my inexperience with sewing or not having any experience assembling and wiring leds to a piece of fabric or the sheer number of leds & components that is making it so slow and tedious. i'm still forging through the test piece which has about 500 leds. i hope to have it done by tomorrow. i'm anxious to jump into the final piece which will have about 14,000 leds.

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i forced mike through a weekend of crafts overload. first to the holiday faire at the fine arts center in irvine. picked up a couple xmas gifts, but didn't spend too long there. the crafts market at the santa monica convention center the next day was much bigger. there was plenty of jewelry that i really liked, but i was on a budget and kept thinking that i could make my own jewelry. of course, i have had no time to work on jewelry, but i still fantasize about it. there's something very visceral about the process of making jewelry that i love, but i must make progress on art before i allow myself time for jewelry. in the mean time, i must document my ideas.

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today i thought again about getting a breadmaker. mike goes through a loaf of bread each week, averaging 2 pb+j sandwiches a day. i'm also of a mind to get rid of crap. we cleaned the house & sorted through and somewhat organized the stuff in the garage yesterday. it was rather exhausting, and by the end, i just wanted to get rid of it all. where does all the stuff come from? we're both packrats. to an oustider, some of the things we keep are ridiculous. i try to throw stuff out, but then i think, what if i need it for a future art project, and therein is my downfall.