I made a large graph based drawing with carbon and masking tape with a removable central panel that was meant to be about missing data. But I have also been thinking about the Minotaur and Labyrinth as one does from time to time and emptying out an upstairs room (I draw in the basement) I found a minotaur mask I made with my son years ago and it found its way onto the wall where I draw. I wasn’t very impressed with the paper drawing but the process left piles of carbon on the formica desk top that I attacked with my fingers and the strips of masking tape torn from the drawing, channeling my anger caused by govt manipulation, mishandling and misappropriation of scientific data for their own ends, into the discarded material, and located a bull charging out of the lines. Part bull part cockroach.

old sculpture new photo. A few years ago I dismantled an old piano and kept various components, all hand made stuff. This is the spine of the beast.

There are anarchists that don’t see value in leadership and there are leaders who find a value in anarchy.

More graph based drawing. This time taking on the form of a bunch of flowers for Johnson and his nasty, anti-social cabal of lazy, self-interested libertarian anarcho-fascists.

On a non-material level its the stinking vessel called Body powered by its effluent ego engine.

 

No plan here other than to play with materials. Good to use masking tape for non-utilitarian purposes. Good to bend it and to not swear when it tears. I was in two minds whether or not to peel off all the tape. Might make another one and do that. I actually made it this way

which puts me in mind of the Deleuze-Guatarri concept of rhizomes vs Platonic ‘trees’.

 

 

                         I think here I was revisiting the Portal series of sculptures

Well this is a drawing-sculpture about the notion of equivalence I played around with at the end of my MA when I began to acknowledge the significance of the removed material and started thinking of it as more displaced or absented than disappeared.

Just as the present is dematerialised into dust awaiting reconstitution by memory.