Thursday, May 19, 2016

Conjure Materials / Materialize Goblins


My main influence for my art practice goes back to Richard Sennett’s The Craftsman, in particular the chapter Material Consciousness. Sennett states that we are interested in and become engaged with material when we see it change. When it is in the moment of change.

Sennett states material change happens in three distinct ways.

“…Metamorphosis, presence, and anthropomorphosis. Metamorphosis can be as direct as a change in procedure, as when potters switch from molding clay on a fixed platter to building it up on a rotating wheel; potters who do both will be conscious of the difference in technique. Presence can be registered simply by leaving a maker’s mark, such as a brickmaker’s stamp. Anthropomorphosis occurs when we impute human qualities to a raw material; supposedly primitive cultures imagine that spirits dwell in a tree, and so in a spear cut from its wood; sophisticates personalize materials when using words like modest or sympathetic to describe finishing details on a cabinet. “

Beyond the French scientific philosopher Gaston Bachelard’s definition of the material world being categorized as either soft or hard in Earth and the Reveries of Will, I believe the very notion of material is also going through a change as our virtual technologies continue to develop.

Virtual technologies rely on our memories of soft or hard physical materials in order for us to comprehend our increasingly virtualized experiences, but go well beyond those initial interactions based on touch. During moments of interaction within these immersive virtual worlds we are thinking differently due to the virtual qualities of these virtual materials. Due to which, as Nicholas G. Carr states in The Shallows: How the Internet Is Changing the Way We Think, Read and Remember, there is a shift in our thinking because our world is different than the one we previously only knew. Our world is no longer strictly physical.

We coexist between both worlds now, almost seemingly and at a moment’s thought. I’m on my bus commute and I am running a campaign on a MMORPG at the same time. My back and shoulders are aching as I am creating massive and immersive 3D cityscapes. Virtual technologies allow our minds and our bodies to separate in very extreme ways, by simulating physical knowledge to the point of near indifference.

In my art practice, this concerns me. I am curious to know what is being lost in this transition from a purely physically constructed mind to that of virtually produced one. What do people think of traditional building materials today? Do people have the same knowledge of physical materials as they used to? To what extent do they know how the world used to work? My biggest concern is what type of people are we turning into due to this shift in the qualities of material and material knowledge.

In the past if we did not understand how something worked or more specifically if we could not comprehend how something wasn’t working, we created myths and mythological creatures to explain the incongruities. We conjured mythological creatures as manifestations of our own ignorance. They were scapegoats, things to point at and blame for our misinformed minds.

Are we creatures of destruction now? If we are growing more reliable on a virtualized reasoning of things and processes, are we the goblins of our once handcrafted world? By allowing for more virtualized experiences to be part of our lives, are we consequently also allowing for the deconstruction of our physical material knowledge?


In my ceramic-based art practice, I am attempting to show this loss of material knowledge as well as suggest that we are changing. My work attempts to capture a moment of my struggle to comprehend a change in material consciousness. They are often violent or somber moments of frustration and acquiescence. Some works have haunting and ominous presences. Some are mere wardens or barriers, structures suggesting that we have reached a limit in our physical comprehension. What gives me hope in my practice is the process, the labor behind the end product. The act of making keeps me engaged; it is a rebellious act against purely virtual reasoning and thinking. It allows for mistakes and irregularities to be part of the piece, which I value as being more human. I'm not striving for perfection, but instead, an honest record of my interaction with clay and glaze and charcoal and paper.

Thursday, February 4, 2016

Letter of Love and Safety

Dear D______,

That's all good news to hear. I'm glad you are teaching, I think you need to. Congrats on setting a wedding date! I'm happy for the both of you. Planning can be a lot of work, take your time with it, it's your day, do what you guys want to do. Send me an e-vite, I'll see if I can swing it.

Things are well, again. I went back home to Michigan for the winter break and it was good to be with family and familiar surroundings. It put my mind at ease, I felt comfortable, safe and loved, which, I must say I have needed for some time. Coming back to West Philly after the holiday hiatus has helped me to accept the city for what it is. Although I find it very depressing and filled with destruction, paranoia and anger, I no longer have expectations that it will change, furthermore I no longer question why it doesn't change or who to blame for it's appearances and failures. It just is what it is. A dump. I hope to move to a better neighborhood in July when my lease is up. 

This past year and a half I've been in shock, taking in new information, a new culture, new architectural stories, trying to understand a different people, I forgot who I was, attempting acceptance. That, and this divorce, well it's been a very hard year and a half.  That, by the way, has been long, emotional and arduous, yet has been progressing as compassionately and congruent as possible between us. We have not seen each other since the day it happened, A______ lives and has started a new life back in her hometown in Michigan. Of all of it, I miss my friend the most. In a few more months it will all be over. Again, the new year has proven to feel more settled. I feel calmer and more myself again. Weird and moody. 

The new job at The University of the Arts is going better the second semester. It too, feels more familiar as I have found my place here. The professors and students both fear and respect me! Har! Just kidding, every one is very nice and they have all remarked on my attention given to organization and cleanliness, which in the field of ceramics means safety. That's the crux of my position, that and ordering and selling supplies. 

The Clay Studio is going well too, now that I'm an official resident. Before that I was just subletting and some folks were throwing some shade my way. They have left now and with this new batch of residents the playing field has been leveled. I feel very comfortable there and very supported. Hence larger goblins. At the school, I have access to 50 inch tall kilns, so they may grow to a very large size soon! 

The past six months of my life have been turbulent. On the surface, I've been awarded many things that I have wanted for a very long time, a decent job in my field, a respected residency, but I have considered at what cost? I have been separated from things I had previously took for granted, by both my own choice and by being victim to stranger's intentions - when I was mugged at gun point a few months ago a block from my apartment. Love and safety, things I thought were just standards in life, things that every one had or deserved in life are now gone, in the very least their definitions have changed in my mind. I'm not sure how to think of those things anymore and I feel like I lost some part of what I knew of humanity, of myself and my understanding of people. It has been an odd moment in my life, like I said, only in the past few weeks have I started to feel like those things are coming back in a familiar way again, in hopeful and reliable ways. 

It makes for some ugly twisted thoughts. I am very grateful to have my job and studio, without them I'm not sure I would be here or where I would be. It's odd to me that the city that I attribute to so giving me so much pain is also the same city that has provided so much support. Philadelphia. 

Thanks for asking how I'm doing. It was good to write this out in a letter form. Art isn't enough some times.

You still at the same address?

Best,
Jason