Here is a place to pray, to nothing in particular, on any given day. 

Kneel or stand, in group or alone.

It's also a place to play on your phone. 

Do what you will, it's up to you.

However, the more selfless your aim, the better you'll do.

When Freud suspected that his student Jung may not pick up the torch of psych-sexual theory right where Freud left it, he warned his acolyte: 'Beware of the black slime mud of occultism.'

This is a fair metaphor, I'm so into it, and it didn't hear it until very recently, already deep into my current mud fixation. So a little piece I wrote: 

I am fascinated by retrocausality, or backwards causation, and the role it may have in my own creative process. I have long worked with the trope of the trickster, and have a mask of Elegua, the Yoruba god of crossroads and trickery, on my wall. I have also had a growing admiration for mud. I recently found myself compelled to create some works with mud. I covered myself in mud, in order to chanel its essence, to let it speak through me as a fleshy vessel. I collected mud, and smoothed it into the corners of buildings, to create a smooth transition the ground and the wall, creating a primal betwixt and between moment in an industrial landscape. I also felt called to cover some bright yellow traffic pillars in mud, this impulse being the least rational. Doing research for this paper, however, I learned that the symbol for Elegua is the mud pillar. Perhaps it was a coincidence, perhaps the mask called me to do it in a language that bypassed my conscious mind, perhaps the me that sits and writes this now reached back and time and made the suggestion that I cover these pillars in mud. I can’t speak to the explanation, I can only appreciate the synchronicity. It’s these synchronicities that are the gold of an alchemical process in the studio, my raw material being consciousness and experience. 

She's all done, solid Mahogany, Sapele and Ipe for those working marimba keys. Here's a secret: there's a little pipe underneath that connects the mouth to the ear so if you tell secrets into one, your friend can hear them from the other.

Big thanks to Harlan Mack for helping me create the eyeball and teeth bells.

Some work I made for the Syracuse local socialist chapter

Here is one of my fish posters that I adapted from a poster I made to protest the war on black lives last year. Honored to have the poster's life continue on with its new owner Amelia, a wonderful mother and activist with an instagram page devoted to a mother's sacred right to breastfeed.

These days, I'm holed up working with wood.

Orris' last appearance, of free advice. Orris sat in a parking lot and offered non-professional free advice. 100% of visitors agreed that Orris' advice was at least as helpful as a magic eight ball. 

It's been clogged pipes in the art lab. I'm engaged with some very involved projects that I'm super excited about, but I'm struggling with my lack of output. Used to just popping them out, rather than this slow boil that's happening with a few pots. Some of the pots might not even boil, in that case I suppose I'd learn something new about what I was trying to cook. Anyhow that's a sketch I did today up there.

What's your take on production and output? Post it below or let me know.

Drawing pictures! Here's some. Also below is a shot of a big work on progress. An outdoor permanent sculpture at a school in New Haven. So far it's got interactive sound components, 3D printed features and not nearly enough funding, so ask me about it.