I think now that the whole blogger thing is antiquated and people just like visuals, i'm going to dive in deep, like so deep i can't imagine coming up to check my instatweetz.Or not, because that seems awful. I did make this show here at Vintage that I feel I should explain so it doesn't just look like a bunch of monkey fecalfun thrown on a wall. I used all modern sources, simply over designed (which was the alternate name for the show) and threw in some playful feminist imagery (there's no such thing) to create a space in which everything is easy as long as you don't think about it (it's my first bar show too). I use the mandalas I have been drawing to get to a place wherein I'm not concerned about how complicated it all is. Also, the Love and Rockets song "No new tale to tell" went through my head for about a month, because it is all as simple as a flower and that's a complicated thing.
The show is a direct result of my dealings with the vintage consumer and their odd expectations for products older than themselves. Everything has to be perfect and bright and clean, yet time creates a narrative we have no control over, one that goes beyond design and capitalism into the realm of myths (mandalas) most aren't even conscious they are experien....HAH, i'm totally done. I could go on and on, but why do we bother when all we really want is a well designed chair to shit in.
