I am fighting with every last bit of technology today. It started with finding out that a number of WordPress blogs had been hacked. What a mess. Hours spent cleaning up that mess and still haven’t had the time to reinstall all the plugins.
Laptop was being a little weird so I just closed the lid and am at my workstation today.
Ok. All I can say is thank-you Dropbox.
Tags: dropbox, tech, technology, gremlins,
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This is a capture from my first tweet in Following Piece 2.0, a global collaborative art project as part of @Platea. I’ve written a recap of my experience participating in the project. and you can find it at : the @Platea blog.
I have been working on an online book of the project and expect to add more thoughts here and at my ARTlog. I hope you’ll check back on the project and leave your thoughts about the work. It was an exciting experience.
About the project from @Plateau:
Following Piece 1.0
Forty years ago, in October 1969, artist Vito Acconci performed Following Piece. A study in the public spaces we occupy and assumptions around privacy, Acconci followed random people in Manhattan during the month and reported on their activities until they entered a private area such as an apartment or car.
Following Piece 2.0
And so, with that in mind, I thought it might be fun to do a cover of Following Piece, but to look at it specifically in the contemporary context of Twitter, a world where public/private boundaries are shifting and eroding, as once-private activities are broadcast into online public space. In the world of Twitter, the idea of following has taken on a new meaning: once an uncomfortable thought, it’s now regularly seen as a good thing to have one’s private actions followed by many strangers.
Time passes slowly up here in the mountains,
We sit beside bridges and walk beside fountains,
Catch the wild fishes that float through the stream,
Time passes slowly when you’re lost in a dream.
- Bob Dylan
Back from some time away from artificially managed time. When the sun goes down you go to sleep. When the sun comes up you wake up. This photo was taken at dawn. The color of the light is natural. This is the rose glow on the deck. The birds haven’t even begun to sing.
Holding on to this moment still.
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Stopped to visit my sister in her new digs in Hoboken arrived early. So, we took a walk down to the river. A wonderful view. Not much time to spend checking out town — Not a very diverse place in economic strata or ethnicity.
Made me think about living in or near NYC again though.
Tags: roadtrip, hoboken, hudson, river, skyline
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Getting ready for the trip to the little pond, not far away from that big pond — that sits between Vermont and New York. I’ve been watching my weather widgets that report conditions at key points along the way. This morning it is likely that it is about 50 degrees at our little Adirondack Camp. That’s 20 degrees cooler than here in Philadelphia. I am so ready to feel a shiver.
Going on this pilgrimage away from the city, technology, and connectivity is always a joy.
Everything that I am doing now is colored by the trip. What I need to do before I go away, what I need to pack, what I want to cook, what books will we read, what art supplies do I want to carry… Thinking about it all brings the thoughts of being deep inside the woods… the animal sounds and the refreshing smells of the pines and moisture on the leaves early in the morning.
This is a time of rest and renewal. Where the time passes slowly.
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The cool nights have me imagining sitting by the lake, a too hot cup of coffee cradled in my hands. I look out onto the glass-like lake. I can see my breath it’s like the mist on the water. I hold the silence and if I’m going to speak I know I’ll only whisper.
It’s often like that for hours. Sometimes I only sketch in my Moleskine. I don’t want to disturb the quiet with the rustling of paper and getting drawing supplies organized on the deck. Sometimes I close my eyes to feel the morning sun on my face while I enjoy the smell of the trees and the pillowed sound of a birch leaf landing on the moss.
The seven hours driving with the traffic becoming less dense each hour until you only see a truck or two from Canada prepares one for the solitude. The mountains shock you with their colored leaves and the sky bright blue.
Only a few more days now and I’ll be on the trip north.
Read MoreGot a few pics at the Reception. Thought I’d do a bit of cross-posting. Wanna know more about my art check out my studio journal. Enjoy.
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