Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Everything S. Q.

The title of a piece I just made in my book: displaced and replaced clear packing tape (now yellowed and loose) had once wrapped a Pete Volkous “turd” (how symbolic is that, some forty years after grad school) when I had mononucleosis and wasn’t able to produce the typical huge and heavy Sculptures expected by my peers; so I painted Papier-mâché turds for Pete’s applause and my final grade in the class. These sculptures overlaid one another creating an oversize tic-tac-toe figure, laid out on the floor.

Today I removed the tape and pasted it into my journal, a 1973 sample of work that traveled, body and soul with me to be reformulated in Fornells, Menorca, Spain, in 1997, and now safely tucked into today’s Jungle Town Journal.
Absent this text the piece represents the ‘pure abstraction’ of my aesthetic rebirth-roots in NYC, schlepping across the United States of America to Texas, and then moving to the jumping off place in JingleTown California, where we’ve recently been informed that the building is in escrow.

What’s the point of living without dreaming?

TW aka bUtom

Tom White
Professor Emeritus
California College of the Arts CCA