Old work

Sprouts. Steel and glass. 1997.

In a fit of nostalgia inspired by looking at the older work of Mr. Burnlab last week, I've started to scan a bunch of my old pre-Cranbrook portfolio. (His work is effing AMAZING, btw.) Unfortunately I can't find many of the slides I've been looking for, I'm sure they're somewhere...always that elusive somewhere. ;)

The slides are pretty much the only record I have of this work (there is *much* more I'll be documenting soon), I left Boston in not exactly the best headspace, six and a half years ago, and made few proper arrangements for the storage of my work. I left the majority of it at a small gallery that I have no idea if it still even exists, left some in the care of friends who have since moved and I've lost touch with (I had promised to be back in two years...) and gave quite a bit away in a flurry of procrastination and inability to face the reality that I was really packing up and leaving. I've come to terms with the fact that I'll probably never see any of it again, but one trade still irritates me that I never received my part of. Ah well, I shall be Zen about it and let it go, do I really need any more things on top of things on top of things?



Untitled. Steel and hog intestine. 1997.

Looking through all of it is a very bittersweet experience, I was a little more naive and a little less jaded then, making more of what I liked out of emotion rather than being foremost concerned whether it was derivitive of this or that, or adhering to or renouncing some -ism.

I think I need to make some real work again and stop thinking so much!