Casual Walk Documentation

 

Fantastik Exit, Sekhmet Shower, Michief Night

Witch Tree, LA Turrets, Swap Top

Cactus Joe's, Graffiti Discourse, LV Bunting

Swap Chandeliers, Liberace Pole, Curb Music 

From walks around Las Vegas, Los Angeles and Indianapolis, 2019-2020.

Modern Bummerism

The Allegheny Campus in Pittsburgh is full of grim, modernist boxes. Stained concrete and gray glass. I love it. It's the historical end of the nostalgia spectrum--the ideologically righteous side of design. The rain darkened walls of the Pruit-Igoo housing complex inciting residents to violence, lashing out to assert themselves in an austere, impersonal space. It's absurd and amazing how modernist ideology in architecture backfired.

I love the stark chrome-plated sculptures in the public parks...artists unburdened by the concerns of pluralism or process art. You can just picture unsupervised kids slicing their sticky paws on the metallic surfaces.

More Fake Danger

Greg and I are in a maze. Running seems right. He's sweating whiskey and looks crazy, hay hooked into the fur of his sweater. I'm crashing into cornstalks, trying not to twist an ankle in my party shoes. We're running cuz there's no imminent danger; we have to invent it. My lungs sting. I'm puffing and want to give up. We've managed to weave ourselves into an unfamiliar place, twisted till we're dizzy.

I wanna lay in the mud laughing till the crows come pick the skin from my bones-- a dumb city kid. Leave me here.

This is why he was handed the map, I guess. I've got passivity written all over me. When my friends dunk me in the pool I just go limp. I imagine my last wet guffaws bubbling to the surface: You guys really got me this time! The corn maze just illuminates my greater flaws and our first wold woes. We make conflict where there is none, navigate insane mazes of social bureaucracy, flashing polite hand gestures to other bicyclists, alerting them to our next moves. In the vortex of my brain chemistry, manic depression is the only minotaur.

Meanwhile, back in the maze, my companion is illuminated from within. We work well together--until he gives me a shove that sends me flying far afield. Whatever, we all die alone. On my knees in the mud I make a call to my workplace, lucky to get service out here. I've got a feeling I'm going to be late.

Notes After a Night Jog

(Banned Nike chainsaw commercial. This scared the shit outta me as a kid when it aired!) Going for a night jog takes on a sinister tone after viewing back to back slashers. Electrified by the night air: I'm the Last Girl. I'm staying alert for looming shadows as I brush past the neighbors' shrubbery. Imagination is kinetic and things seem more sinister. Why is horror? It's like exercise, a late capitalist invention. From Victorian times, so I'm aging myself. Faking survival, feigning control. My brain is splayed by feminist critiques of body and space. Are there other juxtapositions of gender, horror, and exercise?

Gainful Employment Dreamscape

Job description:
"Should be comfortable handling meat, post-consumer waste, light lifting. Love of stains and being damp a must (Thanks William)! You supply uniform. Late hours preferred."
Pictures and it never happened.

Tech Grumbles: New blogger format smooshes everything around me.
Also, it took a lot navigating technological red tape just to publish this post which kinda made me interested in class war. I've cracked yr code, IU computer labs! Free the information!

I've got plans to put my hands in places

Fingers from the Indianapolis Art Parade, 2008

It's a girl

One prop, and a play for your home to perform:

A: "You must pay the rent!"
B: "But I can't pay the rent!"
A: "You must pay the rent!"
B: "I just simply CAN"T pay the rent!"
C: "I'll pay the rent!"

Fair Play

Cellphone transmissions from the Indiana State Fair



The Bear Affair


Lambotard by American Apparel


Typography 101


Because they didn't know how to airbrush Black Cathy.

Unmegalithic

Crush List Obelisk (Public Art Proposal)


The only good thing I've ever drawn


Timeless, tasteless, and eternally flaccid,
EKD

Lux Exterior b/w Midas Inside

Greg's house puts a finer point on modernist metaphor in architecture.

California Dreamscapes

Assimilated Play Regions



Post-Apocalypstic Bike Parts



















Companion Animals

I'm a stranger here myself.
Much more to say about realspace from cyberspace and more accounts of second-rate city flaneurie to come.

Dreamscape Analysis

Coat in color for increased visibility. Covered in stuffed animals. Playhouse looks amidst bricks. Make it stand out. Mark a trauma.
Where did something really awful happen?
Where did I fall off my bike?
Strategic trash re-structuring. Foam coating and rain-battered bears.
Human hair walls and the uncanny.
Saying the word "anxiety" might even make your heart race.
Lost time, lost looking.

Fear of a Soft Planet

stuffed animal insulation



pool noodle flying buttresses

Fake Cop

Duane Hanson, "Museun Guard"

There's a high number of second hand cop cars on the Indianapolis streets, usually repossessed by obviously non-cop black folks. Tinted windows and double rear view mirrors are retained; bumper stickers for fallen officers remain smeared across the back. Drivers slow down when they pass.
They warrant a double-take, and probably prevent pull-overs by authorities who don't look twice.
But it's kind of a bummer having fake cops around.
More jaunts in the voluntary panopticon.

Also in cars: The other day I saw a dashboard mirror festooned with fuzzy twenty-sided dice!