Day 10 (The Ten Days of Cthulhu) (The Last Day)
The Ten Days of Cthulhu (Day 10)
There was a version with a somewhat telling nosebleed, but it was a little too strong of a mark. I might write more about this series when it has settled a bit, but generally I’m quite happy with the results. Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn!
Day 9 (The Ten Days of Cthulhu)
The Ten Days of Cthulhu (Day 9)
And a detail, because these would definitely be printed a lot bigger than they’re appearing on screen:
The Ten Days of Cthulhu (Day 9) (detail)
Day 8 (The Ten Days of Cthulhu)
The Ten Days of Cthulhu (Day 8)
Day 7 (The Ten Days of Cthulhu)
The Ten Days of Cthulhu (Day 7)
Day 6 (The Ten Days of Cthulhu)
Ran into some technical issues with this one that the few solutions I came up with just didn’t cut it visually. So there’s sorta two parts, the first, if I were to use a singular image, would be the one I’d select. The second could stand on its own as a separate work in the series, or perhaps as part of a diptych.
The Ten Days of Cthulhu (Day 6)
The Ten Days of Cthulhu (Day 6 II)
And just to see how they work together:
The Ten Days of Cthulhu (Day 6 Diptych)
Update: Managed a stitch-together of the two parts that’s remotely acceptable, but I’m undecided which I like better.
The Ten Days of Cthulhu (Day 6 Merged)
Day 5 (The Ten Days of Cthulhu)
The Ten Days of Cthulhu (Day 5)
…. aaaand the line is crossed, the shit hits the fan, and the borders start to fall apart.
Day 4 (The Ten Days of Cthulhu)
The Ten Days of Cthulhu (Day 4)
Day 3 (The Ten Days of Cthulhu)
The Ten Days of Cthulhu (Day 3)
Day 2 (The Ten Days of Cthulhu)
Well more appropriately, night 2, I guess these should be “the ten nights of Cthulhu”
The Ten Days of Cthulhu (Day 2)
The bright blue window behind me belongs to a dude working in his garage; we’re wondering how many nights before he comes over and asks what’s going on.
My bro seems hellbent on being as frightening as possible – as frightening as one can be holding a plush Cthulhu. Not gonna write a whole lot about these at this point, I sorta wanna see how the series plays out over the next week.
the beach
The Beach (The Pilgrimage of Memory)
New work; it’ll be a touch on the long side, 140″x36″, and that could be approaching … difficult, hanging-wise. I am open to suggestions. I wonder if you can get glass that long.
Something of a start of an exploration of memories that don’t exist, through a pilgrimage to somehow make them exist. The series will expand/extend from Crossroads to a fair degree.
Also:
The Ten Days of Cthulhu (Day 1)
Just a working title, will probably change if the next sets hammer themselves into some kind of series. Bit of a flexible exploration of a single space, over a fixed duration, colliding two separate conceptual histories I like to play with – the Hoodoo crossroads ritual, and H.P. Lovecraft’s Cthulhu mythos. Complete with plush Cthulhu effigy.
Inheriting Kima’s Mantle, Autumn
The third part to “Inheriting Kima’s Mantle” has settled into a level of completion such that I’m pretty happy with it. It’s been added to the gallery for Crossroads and well, here it be:
Inheriting Kima's Mantle (Autumn), Digital Inkjet Print 70"x44"
The rest of the series is in the aforementioned Crossroads gallery page.
Inheriting Kima’s Mantle is a reflection on the legacy passed down through our family of dogs – a legacy painfully interrupted in the fall of 2008, when we lost both Lady and Faye in the same autumn. Sammy spent only a couple months with Lady, and Max has never known any companion save Sammy, so the inheritance of knowledge that began with Kima years ago was nearly lost. We have always walked our dogs in the same place – the conservation area near my house – in particular, the field near this crossroads featured in these photos. In effect, my dogs have not only inherited Kima’s knowledge, passed down from dog to dog – her teachings, her behaviour, her relationship to the family – but also the mantle of her territory. They walk the same paths, the same fields, chase the same deer, beat down the same long grass, in their own way, but they share in that inheritance that began with Kima.
The landscape becomes a witness and record of this history, this inheritance, and our dogs, Sammy and Max, must take up the mantle of their predecessors, and our family.
