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I forgot to upload this! It's video from the last installation.
A sea of twinkling candlelit lanterns. From my MFA show.
Photos from my summer installation. It’s taken a while to get all the pictures processed;
With that, I have an announcement! I have a new portfolio website. The address is the same (www.myousa.net) but it’s been completely overturned.
Therefore: Go HERE to see more photos from this installation! And have a look around the new site!
Operation New Roof Begins
I just barely recovered from the miseries of a sleep deprived weekend when the roofers showed up at 7:00am this morning to throw material and tools and themselves on the thin barrier between me and daylight. I am not offering them coffee, I was going to, but by the sound of the rooster crowing up there I don't think they need it. Even with all the caffeine for myself, I am, once more, a cantankerous curmudgeon that no amount of coffee can recondition. I thought I left that version of myself rotting in the sun on the beach with what's left of the Sunday afternoon tourists. I tried to take a nap in the lull of elephantine stomps and crashes only to find they set up a ladder right outside of my bedroom window. Who can sleep with the glass rattling? I can't help but feel that one of them may fall through the ceiling at some point. And the phone keeps ringing! Who is calling! - TODAY?! The Human bounded out of his bed like nothing was at all wrong in the world so I wonder what is so very wrong with me. Oh yeah, wait. That is it. I am me. I don't have a penis. My path of life and death has a shorter sine wave and I'm riding the wave to crash. If at the end of this chaos the roof does not leak. I may declare that it was worth the lost of my ability to do anything very productive. One more imposed sick day for me. Sigh angry. Sigh depressed.
sixohthree:
Little People - a tiny street art project: Sugar High
Modern Bedroom - Bedroom
Bedroom - large modern guest laminate floor and brown floor bedroom idea with gray walls and no fireplace
Stumbled upon a pop-up #video #installation of students of TU Dortmund on my way home :) #Sichtfelder #DortmundÜberrascht #DOüberrascht http://www.tu-dortmund.de/uni/Einstieg/veranstaltungen/veranstaltungen/15-01-30_Videoausstellung-HBF/index.html (en Dortmund Hauptbahnhof)
A #light #installation asking #where to (#wohin) next to #Bochum #Hauptbahnhof (hier: Bochum Hauptbahnhof)
An #installation called "Bierkörper" (#beer bodies) - and #me trying to fit in - 27.11.15 #neugold at @dortmunderu #Dortmund (hier: Dortmunder U)
“glimpse of an anxiety riddled mind” installation 2024 janell richter
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Yayoi Kusama
Afternoon, I'm Fragzle, Dandy and trash-cat extraordinaire. 'Least I keep getting told I'm extraordinary. I, uh, woke up one morning in pretty rough shape in some alley, and patched myself together with whatever I had. Since then I've been subsisting and thriving on trash. Kinda wish I knew what I was doing before...
Hey! It's Fragzle! I wanted to show off the house I built all by my lonesome a while back. Was a swell place to live while I had it, course the city did make me tear it down.
Fire Hazard, 2009-13. Shitton of antique electrical components, lamps, appliances, a 78 of the Blue Danube Waltz, and my big old comfy chair
Aggie 2011
For this piece I created an intimate space for sharing stories, with ample light and comfortable seating for both viewer and storyteller. The stories come from my grandmother, Mary Agnes Sullivan, and the particpant is invited to take a story or quote from the pile. However, as more stories are shared, the pile dwindles and slowly wastes away until eventually nothing is left but the empty shell. Similar to the loss of these stories, the space itself, in many ways domestic and homey, appears to be coming apart and decaying, turned upside down. The work was inspired by a conversation that occurred between my grandmother and me shortly after the death of her closest friend. She lamented the great loss of information and stories that occurs, and how even the little records one has are never enough to fully explain or encompass each of these moments or this person.