Accumulation Reflection and Changing Thoughts

In the beginning, I was very naive. I thought it would be cool to get people to trip out over someone asking them for something so personal. I wanted them to reflect on what they thought about what I was asking, but I never thought about what they might think, or the kinds of answers I might get. I just considered a "yes" or "no" answer. I didn't think about the degrees of positive or negative responses I would get. Some people were blatantly offended and would cuss and yell. Some were intrigued and began to probe further at what I was asking them. In the end, I was touched at the thoughtfulness of some of the answers I got, whether they gave me what I wanted or not. I never thought I would be able to help someone cope with their problems, or find pieces of themselves that they never considered or overlooked. In the end, the piece was more about accumulating meaning and understanding of ones self or ones fellow human than just simply gathering material possessions.

I think I was assigned this exercise to find more meaningful connection between art and life, and to better understand how we assign meaning and place stock in material possessions.

Accumulation Project Finale

I know I should probably create a piece that is amazing and fantabulous and it will make you shit yourself when you see it, but I don't think that was ever the aim. I didn't approach these people and ask them for their soul parts so I could later shoot them into outerspace via rocket-propulsion system. It was just a very sincere test of their belief structure. I can't sit here and create scenarios as to what I should do to make this project exciting or more interesting. How do you make photos and paper so interesting in the first place? This project has helped me grow and understand aspects of my own personality that I never even thought about in the first place.

The intent was always to capture these souls just to set them free. I can't keep them! They’re not mine. I have mine. I've always had mine and don't need any others.

When my ball python, Snakey Wakey One, died from a neurological disease, we set him adrift in a New Balance shoe box in the middle of Lake Norman. From the shore, we shot flaming arrows in the traditional Viking Funeral style... until the piercing, orange light struck the gasoline soaked cardboard and the blaze licked away at the serpents lifeless, diseased body. I think that is how I would want to release these souls from captivity; let the flames carry the smoke and vapors to the heavens.

Julian LaVerdiere

His art work makes me think of a short story I read call “The Nine Billion Names of God” by Arthur C. Clarke. This story has probably one of the most chilling endings I have ever read, and it’s only like 5 pages longs, so read it. The Nine Billion Names of God. I can’t really put my finger on why I see these two things relating. Maybe it’s the stark realization that what we don’t believe will ever happen can occur without a logical reason. Like the twin towers and the stars blotting themselves out as God begins to wind things up. I don’t know what I’m getting at.

Matthew Barney

I have been a huge fan of M.B. ever since I saw The Cremaster Cycle (illegal bootleg). His works are intense as hell, and have harmonious and grotesque qualities working together at the same time. Time Magazine called him the most important artist of our generation. So I guess he’s pretty important? The thing I think I enjoy the most about watching his films is when the point comes where you stop examining them, analyzing them for structural and plot integrity or trying to understand the symbols and find juxtapositions between ideas, and you start to just take in the visual components and see them as just eye-candy. It’s a purely sexual experience. It’s hypnotic and sensual and you don’t have to probe his deep, well thought-out symbols or imagery.

Site Specific Pieces day 2

I think that Arutyun and Jin win this bout. I really like Arutyun’s piece except for the fact that I think it lacks a personal touch. I guess nobody really had a problem with it except for me. The piece was very computer rendered and there was nothing in the whole piece that suggested that he had any emotional stock in the actual event. I’m not saying that he has too… I mean it happened 93 years ago. He wasn’t necessarily alive during that time. It just seemed very cold and impersonal. It seems even less important to him because he put it on YouTube.com. He gives the people the option of seeing it or not. Isn’t a mass genocide being covered up a problem? What if America (for some fucked up reason) decided to not teach the children about the Holocaust? Would you just stand by and allow someone to get away with murder? I like the actual short film, but I think the presentation could be worked on a bit. I would have been a lot more interested and responsive if you called up the entire class at 2:33 a.m. and told us to tune into channel 4 in five minutes.

Jin’s piece is simple but to the point, and I love the narrative quality.

Site Specific Project, "Existence is Futile"

Once again, this project has consumed most of my every waking thought. I got a lot of good ideas, but couldn't act on them. So the project was about site specific.

I couldn't very well reach a desert or a skyscraper's roof so I had to settle for my own back yard. For this piece I pulled inspiration from several artists, but the two that had the biggest influence were Robert Smithson with his "Non-Site" pieces and Andy Goldsworthy with land works. I pulled ideas from them on accident. I never sat down and planned out an elaborate scheme with them in mind. I decided to just start working on something and right after I did that, their ideas began to push mine into different directions, so here it is.

Keep in mind, I don't have money. Or time. Or knowledge. So I couldn't hire anyone to do this piece and I couldn't find a more suitable location that would give the piece a more pronounced meaning.

For this piece, I decided, once I started working, that it was going to take a very cliche but important subject matter and explore it deeper than I had ever before. I decided to base my piece with the theme of global warming. I started thinking about how we think about how global warming is and is going to affect us. We know were fucking up the planet with our shit, and we are collectively trying to avoid submergence of our major cities, here and all over the world. but I didn't really want to focus on that. I wanted to put myself in another cultures shoes to see how I would think about what we're doing to our planet. The first group I thought about was the Inuit people living near the north pole. You think we have it bad here when our coast line raises three measly inches. What if you were an Eskimo and all of a sudden you have to completely change your way of life because you're entire house, land and life melted, right out from under your feet. Your food swims to different bodies of water. Your transportation dies because it's getting to hot or you have nothing to move around on. I imagine it would be hard to adapt.

That's when I thought about Smithson's non-sites, or, as I like to call them, his double-displacements pieces. I, in an Inuit shoe, built an "igloo" out of unconventional timber. Because of the warm weather, I cannot bear the heat and I'm forced to remove my clothing. I don't know how to hunt or eat this food. Every asshole on the planet has polluted the earth, and I have to suffer the consequences first.

Existence Is Futile. found lumber, coat and naked body. "Igloo" - 4' x 4' x 6'

The Coolest Soul I Ever Got Was...

Malena Bergmann's Soul! She is the coolest because she gave me an A in her concept studio class, which I deserved for the countless hours of worry I had to endure outside of class and the effort I put into making every class enjoyable and unique!

Site Specific Pieces day 1

Great job, class! I think we’re getting to where we need to be. Once again Ray scores a homerun. She must have a ton of time on her hands. I wish I had a sugar daddy to pay my bills while I got to hang out in prison. I have nothing interesting to say. I have to let their work soak in a little.

Body Lesson

I really enjoyed this lesson. Jenny Seville has phenomenal work. I think I’ve seen her work in MoMa about 3 years ago. During this lesson, I thought of my friend Diane, who is a transgendered person. I met her at a gallery. She did a documentary style piece which was a series of interviews about people who are put down in our society for having difference that they can’t control. I use to pity these people, but now have only compassion and high hopes for them.

I was very interested to understand William Pope L’s work more. On his site for the Black Factory, it reads, “The Black Factory contends that blackness is limited not by race but by our courage to imagine it differently.” To me, what he is doing is not just being an artist but he is being a cultural anthropologist as well. Race is NOT BIOLOGICAL! Race is 100% SOCIAL. It’s a social construct used to separate one group of people from another. From numerous DNA sampling experiments, it was reported that an African American, teenage girl was closer genetically to a White Swedish male than other black teenage girls involved. He’s addressing these social issues to people, not to alienate but to make them question racial stereotypes and consumer culture.

Joseph,
While I can appreciate your concept of gathering souls---there's something disconcerting about the idea of "loaning one's soul or portion thereof" to anyone, even a loved one, particularly when the contract does not specify your reasons for wanting custody of another's most prized possession. While you note that the soul will not be abused and that the owner may request termination of the contract, the principle of parting with any portion of my soul is personally abhorrent to me. Perhaps this is because from childhood I have been taught that my soul belongs to GOD but is in my keeping until such time that GOD chooses to claim it.

I'm not even certain I'd give my own mother or husband a part of my soul, so why should I give it to you? Someone I'm only acquainted with?

I am however curious to know how your "experiment" turns out.

Pamela H. Lawton, Ed.D

I think it is only appropriate to work toward obtaining souls from all walks of life. Males, gays, blacks, ugly, rich, marginalized, ignorant and doctors too...

April 16

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Site Specific

I am amazed at much site effects a work. I’ve never thought about it. I’ve never been taught it. When you make a piece of art, whether it be a painting or a sculpture, you generally plan for it to be in one of two places: on the wall of a gallery or out in the middle of a field or lake. It makes me want to go back to all the work that I have ever had in the past and reexamine the subject matter. Maybe I was accidentally on to something that I never saw in my work before. Maybe the mediocre sculptures I’ve created in the past would be hardcore conceptual pieces if I would just put place it upside down under a highway bridge or put it in a catamaran and pushed it out to sea…

Souls?

This man has no soul. I don't see why he thinks he gave me anything.


I own 49% of Debbie Archer's soul. Not 50%. She said that as long as she controlled the majority, then she was fine with that. She also believes in rounding up. I incidentally own 50% of her vagina. She gave that to me as a Birthday gift.

Beth - 2%

NoDa

Will was super-uber nice, a gentleman, a scholar, and a wonderful host. But, I have to say, I was very disappointed. Will, if you’re reading this, it’s not your fault. It’s mine. I had one idea in my head of how your work would look and make me feel and I was incredible mistaken. And I know that you can take a beating, so here I go.

I think that most of the work in his home was interesting. I loved how he envisioned his work and depicted his characters in their various poses on the doors. It’s an unusual depiction of a life I never see, and I’m glad that he takes the time to pay homage to these few, ‘marginalize’ people. But I have to say I hated his floor piece. I know I don’t know the situation very well, but I thought the floor plan was poorly designed. The piece didn’t flow and his subject matter was varied too extremely. It was hard to recognize how the pieces related to each one another. I think everybody hyped it up a little too much because of it’s sheer size, but I’m a firm believer in quality over quantity. Size doesn’t matter; it’s all in how you use it.

He did teach me a lot about how to live and work and achieve my dreams. I appreciate his will to express himself. Just because I don’t like his most important piece doesn’t mean I don’t think I can’t learn a lot from him.

April 7

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Racking in the souls...

My father. I started thinking about how souls are created and distributed. Are they like kinetic energy, that can neither be created nor destroyed? Is a new born baby a brand new soul or has it been recycled from the deceased, similar to Hindu or Jain beliefs? Is my own soul 2 parts of my parents? Can a soul really regenerate or are you given what you're given?

My 32 year old brother John. He sleeps with his eyes opened. It makes me wonder if this is a defensive mechanism or if he has mastered some kind of awareness meditation.

I currently have 22 soul pieces and 1.681943 whole souls.

Instigation and Time Pieces

I really loved Nicole’s piece. I wasn’t crazy about the outcome, but I feel that the idea was dynamite. The piece to me wasn’t so much about wasting time, but more about taking advantage of the social constructs within a culture or manipulation to create profitable experience. She took something positive, these gifts from strangers and turned the tables against them. She critiqued their work by destroying it. I love power struggles and find a subtle beauty in unkempt relationships.

Also I enjoyed the lesson on instigation. I appreciate the fucked up artist who plagues our societies. This lesson kind of showed me how different I perceive most art. I have always been very accepting of differing viewpoints and ideas. Most of the artists that I know or are affiliated with have a definite idea in their head as to what they consider art and what their limits are. I don’t think I have any limits. You can shit on my chest and call it art. I probably will call it art too.

Mr Boan

Brandon Boan was the nicest Swedish gypsy from Oregon I’ve ever met. His unconventional, nomadic, poor lifestyle helped me realize that I’m not that kind of artist! He is a different breed of subhuman (and by that I mean artists). It’s weird that he has an insatiable desire to create, kinda like a crack-attack. It’s admirable, but I don’t understand it because I don’t have urges to satisfy the way he does. I require structure. His work was intriguing, but I don’t think I liked it. His ideas were marvelous, and it’s not even that I didn’t like them; it’s just that I didn’t understand them. Brandon had some serious philosophies and theories cookin’ in his dome; So advanced that my tiny little brain couldn’t handle them. His in-depth exploration and questioning skills were great.

I'm helping people

There have been a couple of people thus far that have given me their souls for whatever reason; they feel it's right or they don't believe they are actually giving me their soul or because they think I'm faking it and it's all some joke, that I'm not serious... whatever. Thus far I have just got a lot of reasons why people didn't want to give me anything, but just recently I acquired a contract from a fellow classmate that outlined his positive reasons why he had given me his soul piece. What was written is as follows:

I am freely giving you part of my love soul that I have been hanging on to from a past relationship. I am tired of holding on to it and need to remove it from my life in order for new love to grow. I feel that this is a part of my soul that is subject to regeneration. Do with it what you will. It is yours. I have done and experienced all that I can with it. It has haunted and plagued my thoughts and emotions and completely consumed my being for the last 5 years. By signing and dating this document I mark an influential turning point in my life.

I never thought that by starting this project I would help people in such a profound way. All I wanted to do was get some people thinking about who they were and how they connected with their spirituality. This project has evolved into something more valuable to me. It's not just signatures and photo documentation. It's becoming a piece about human drive, deep emotional understanding and trust bonds. To me, this isn't merely an attempt to move on by throwing your garbage problems on to somebody else's shoulders. I have enabled this person to move on to a greater appreciation for life and love. This person is relying on me to help them help themselves. I feel honored.

Time Piece

I had tons of ideas for this piece, but for the most part, they were too grandiose, time consuming or required me to be in a much better financial situation than I am currently in. I chose to show this piece in a progression. Not like stills from a camera but more like repetition of the same sculptural form in different formations.

For this project, I wanted to capture movement that was inspired by me making my bed. I live in a tiny 80 square foot dorm on campus and my bed can only fit in the corner. When I go to make my bed I throw out my sheets over the entire surface but the sheets hit the wall and fall on top of itself in ripples. I like the way it looks when it starts to overlap itself and decided to try and illustrate the movements over time in metal sculpture.

I found some random scrap metal outside of my dad's shop and just started bending then over themselves. I didn't realize that the metal I grabbed was varying thicknesses and densities, so I had to use a vice and sledge hammer to bend 2 of them. The others were pliable enough to just use my hands, feet and table tops to bend them.

Research and incorporation of 2 sources: I don't understand what this means or I didn't have to use them. The only 'source' I chose to research on was the various ways to bend metal. All I did was told my dad I wanted to bend them metal and asked him if he knew any secret methods. My main option was to just use brute strength. I didn't wear gloves because I want to have man hands, and I thought it might make me appreciate the material I was using better if it was able to physically harm me while I was handling it. It cut me in a couple places, and one place bled really bad, but I think overall I enjoyed it. I had just gotten a tetanus shot last year for purposefully pushing rusty nails through my back, so I'm still good.
(Juan Moya-Mendez, question to father, March 16, 2008.)
I don't have another one other than that. The purpose was simple. I wanted to bend metal to change it's perceived characteristics and had fun with it. So, Why did you choose the 1 specific source? Because it was easiest. And How will the source material make your aesthetic choices richer? It won't.

Discontinuation Series. Iron, steel, rust, sweat, blood, and tears.
2.5' -8" x 5.5" - 9" x 4.6" - 8.7"