November 5, 2015 · Adventure
But surfing always had this horizon, this fear line, that made it different from other things, certainly from other sports I knew. You could do it with friends, but when the waves got big, or you got into trouble, there never seemed to be anyone around. William Finnegan, Barbarian Days: A Surfing Life Look at that […]
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October 31, 2015 · Speculation
It should feel ridiculous. People howling Shakespeare at the Pacific wind inside concrete walls built to kill other people, it’s the kind of high-concept art project that makes regular humans roll their eyes so hard they can see their own brain stems. But it doesn’t feel ridiculous. It feels necessary. Dying is not romantic, and […]
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October 25, 2015 · Wanderlust
When the water rises,the fish eat the ants;when the water falls,the ants eat the fish.Laotian Proverb These photographs aren’t chasing some National Geographic wet dream of exotic authenticity, they’re tracking the messy, gorgeous aftermath of a place that got carpet bombed with our good intentions and somehow, against all mathematical probability, kept breathing. The shots […]
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October 20, 2015 · Speculation
Backstage: Ryan Tacata as Carmen in The Balcony at San Francisco’s Old Mint. Entering a brothel means rejecting the world. Here I am and here I stay. Your laws and orders and the passions are my reality. Jean Genet, The Balcony
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October 11, 2015 · Speculation
Speculation: Site Specific Dance Rehearsal as the Chocolate Heads‘ rehearse at McMurty Art Building, Stanford. It’s about trying to frame something. And draw attention to it and say, “Here’s the beauty in this. I’m going to put a frame around it, and I think this is beautiful.” That’s what artists do. It’s really a pointing […]
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October 10, 2015 · Collusion
Three of us got together one October night and decided to fuck with Sophocles in a bathtub… spiritually, archaeologically, perversely. Rebecca Ormiston, Ryan Tacata, and I took one measly line from a dead Greek’s lost play and turned it into something called Cloud Talk for this outfit we hoped would be called Artist Weather TV, […]
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October 8, 2015 · Engineering
I’m going to tell you about something that happened on a Saturday afternoon in October, and you’re going to think it’s either the most pretentious thing you’ve ever heard or you’re going to get it immediately. There’s no middle ground here. That’s just how it is. 2:45 p.m., October 3rd, 2015. The hold of the […]
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