Soul Supplement

A Double Translation: Out(side) West, No. 1

2010-02-22T19:00:00.003-05:00

::: A Double Translation: Out(side) West :::

no.1
Out west again
egnar eht no emoh a
open-skies, blue
bright as chincy names
“Loveland”

“You need to speak to yourself in
your head.. it’s called
thought.”

I see the abuse in (part eht)
(.ega nac sserts woh)
your Native American
smile, as if you chewed
hardened corn – we hope
they would lodge themselves
between, in the gaps
et (.etelpmoc)

in the garage we gather
partaking in a collective
suicide, smoking (gnizeehw te)
(eb ot gnipoh) first,
to avoid typing (.yrautibo eht)

A stop sign, a tool box,
a drum set, 4000 dollars,
4 children, a mystery et
delusion, a dog’s name
no one can spell

Is there a game in this for you (gniyl)
(raeh dluoc ohw esoht ot)
(?tseb uoy) Could your intentions
Be deciphered second hand through
unstable minds? You live now in
state·ments of a bending mind,
one where horns sound long et
sharper, where logic is
anti·thetical to solace…in a
transcendent state of jig-jig sounds.
A house of door-slams, pennies
et control, struggles to own
itself in 1801 et 1802…in the
smile of an Indian-head-dress
cutting rope in search of a
savior et car parts humming
(sdnuos kcor).

no. 2
Outside towards the west
still open-skies,
luminous blue as names of chincy

“You must speak in your head. It’s called thought.”

In your native American smile,
as if you chewed hardened cereal –
gaps between and
in the garage we gather in
the first instance participating;
a collectivity, suicide
smoking for our arrest,
a cassette with:

the drum, 4000 dollars,
4 children, a mystery and disappointment.

Name the dog “Nobody”

Your intentions are used, deciphered.
Now live within declarations
of a folding mind, where the
horns play long and more cutting,
where logic is antithetic to solace…
in condition, in the
importance of the sounds of the mask-mask.
A house of hatch-blinks, pennies
and control, fights to own
itself in 1801 and 1802…
in the smile of the Indian-head-rope
(of “cut-to-the-search”)
dressed in parts of automobile
and that of the “i-n-g’s.”

APAE - Action Potential Arts Experiment

2009-04-25T03:38:00.004-04:00

Rocket Performance: A Centering Ritual

Main objective: To draw an Archimedean Spiral using a model rocket
Directed by: Jeremiah D. Reeves

*This piece was the first of my collaborative efforts under Action Potential Arts Experiment (APAE). Please Check out the blog actionpotentialarts.blogspot.com

Performance Piece - 30 Day Chart: Self as Subject

2009-04-25T03:05:00.013-04:00

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30 DAY CHART: Self as Subject

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[segment]
1.14.09 11:43am Additional Note: It is important to note that subject’s view of self is conflicting et confused. Subject’s worries over the last 48 hrs consist of, but not limited to: financial, self-image, family et friends, isolation, work, son, artwork et future. Subject continually listens to the same sad song over et over et feels he is “a coyote c no moon.” Subject refers to himself et presence as being: “invisible, silent, a non·marking so(u)le.” Subject’s hair is dry et un·kempt [sic] looking. Subjects [sic] hands are so dry they crack et bleed. Subject “only feels loved et accepted” by his son. Subject feels “isolated” et “detatched: [sic] like he can’t relate; out of place” in surroundings et “needs another world.” ------------------------J Reeves self

New Performance Work

2008-12-19T03:16:00.004-05:00

Cervical X-RAY
10.19.08

CT SCAN
11.12.08

New Performance Work

2008-12-19T02:39:00.012-05:00

"Transvers(e)-ing"
Animation of CT Scans
11.12.08

"Coronal-izing"
Animation of CT Scans
11.12.08

"Sagittal-izing"
Animation of CT Scans
11.12.08

New Print

2008-12-19T02:29:00.003-05:00

Untitled
30" x 30"
Hand-Rubbed Collograph
on Sunray Paper
2008

Where Are the Snows of Yesteryear...in a yahoo chat room?!?

2008-10-05T04:33:00.000-04:00

Jeremiah D. Reeves, 2008.

nsty_kita35: hi
me: It's not here
nsty_kita35: I don't understand
me: good.
nsty_kita35: wanna play?
me: [pouring water]
nsty_kita35: what do you mean?
me: How lucky we are!
nsty_kita35: so many questions, lets go to my private webcam, the link is on my profile
me: it's on fire!
nsty_kita35: I don't understand
me: step step bow
nsty_kita35: I don't understand
me: step step bow
nsty_kita35: what did you think of my profile?
me: the nurse
me: the official
nsty_kita35: what do you mean?
me: marching to a horn
nsty_kita35: wanna play?
nsty_kita35: having fun?
me: enter's a man with a brief case
nsty_kita35: I don't understand
me: opens case
me: takes of shirt
nsty_kita35: what did you think of my profile?
me: pulls out string attire
me: with cuffs
nsty_kita35: having fun?
me: the cuffs and snaps it on
nsty_kita35: what do you mean?
me: the bib
nsty_kita35: wanna play?
me: over the head
me: straighten collar
nsty_kita35: what did you think of my profile?
me: springy tie
nsty_kita35: I don't understand
me: white hat
nsty_kita35: I don't understand
me: black mat with strings
nsty_kita35: what did you think of my profile?
me: black shoes
nsty_kita35: having fun?
me: carries in a woman
nsty_kita35: wanna play?
nsty_kita35: what do you mean?
me: lies her on mat...straightens viel and dress
nsty_kita35: I don't understand
me: drags her to a trumpet...araibian sounding
nsty_kita35: what did you think of my profile?
nsty_kita35: I love getting a ding, lol
me: the water cart
me: red bishops doing the tango
nsty_kita35: do you think I'm sexy?
me: still pulling
nsty_kita35: what did you think of my profile?
me: dragging her behind
nsty_kita35: what did you think of my profile?
me: mechanical cart...slamming bucket
nsty_kita35: how are you?
nsty_kita35: what did you think of my profile?
me: a skelton, a tango...another lifeless tango
me: he dragging her
nsty_kita35: what do you mean?
nsty_kita35: do you think I'm sexy?
me: leonardo davinci and his water cart
nsty_kita35: what are you doing?
me: the scholar...and his bucket
me: his robe black
nsty_kita35: what are you doing?
me: a clothesline
nsty_kita35: having fun?
nsty_kita35: what did you think of my profile?
me: retreat...she is lying parallel
nsty_kita35: wanna play?
me: they cover her with a paper dance
nsty_kita35: hows your day?
me: a sound wave
me: a smoking ochestra
nsty_kita35: what did you think of my profile?
nsty_kita35: what did you think of my profile?
me: now lower
nsty_kita35: wanna play?
me: and lower...a drum machine
nsty_kita35: having fun?
me: the nurse
nsty_kita35: what did you think of my profile?
me: step stepping bow
me: on and off
nsty_kita35: wanna play?
me: on and off
nsty_kita35: I don't understand
me: lying draped
me: in a dress covered
nsty_kita35: what do you mean?
nsty_kita35: what did you think of my profile?
me: walking the smoking man
nsty_kita35: do you think I'm sexy?
me: the line
nsty_kita35: wanna play?
me: pulling left on the carpet that covers her
nsty_kita35: do you think I'm sexy?
nsty_kita35: what did you think of my profile?
me: the spectacle
nsty_kita35: what do you mean?

Untitled - Sounds

2008-07-09T03:19:00.003-04:00

Untitled - Sounds
Willow charcoal, wax, gesso and pastel on hand-embossed,
scorched paper in artist made frame
2008

Check out the review...

2008-05-26T15:39:00.002-04:00

Check out the review of the Tiny Theater! Festival:

bbarbareschi, "Tiny Theater!", Culturebot, May 24 2008<http://culturebot.org/2008/05/24/tiny-theater>

TINY THEATER! - Come See Our Work

2008-05-22T01:01:00.002-04:00

Hello All,

I just wanted to send out a note reminding everyone that the Tiny Theater Festival is taking place this week. From the rehearsal today, I can say that I am extremely excited for tomorrows opening. It should be exciting and full of surprises.

The piece that I have contributed to titled Portrait of J.B. (as designer) was directed by my good friend and fellow artist Jason Szalla. I have included a little synopsis below:

Portrait of J.B.
Written and directed by Jason Szalla
How do we face the brutality of fact, the agitated feverishness which is life? Portrait of J.B. puts forth a painting like a drug, the possibility of a state when everything is happening very quickly as life slows down, a mixture of consciousness and unconsciousness, of fear and pleasure.

I hope to see all of you there. Please bring your friends.

Show Info:

8p.m. Thursday--Saturday, May 22--24. Additional 11p.m. performance Saturday May 24.
$15 cash at the door, or reserve in advance here or by calling 212-352-3101.
Ontological Theater at St. Mark's Church, 131 E. 10th Street (at 2nd Avenue)

Venue Website and Info:
http://www.ontological.com/INCUBATOR/tinytheater.html

Best,
Jeremiah D. Reeves

From May 2008 Show @ reBar

2008-05-07T00:30:00.005-04:00

Untitled - Sound 3
21" x 17" framed
Charcoal and Wax on Hand-Embossed Rives
BFK Paper
2008

(Left)

Untitled - Sound 2
28" x 22" framed
Charcoal and Wax on Hand-Embossed
Hanemuhle Paper
2008

(Right)

Untitled - Sound 1
28" x 22" framed
Charcoal and Wax on Hand-Embossed,
Scorched Hanemuhle Paper
2008

No Haiku
54" x 32" framed
Oil & Charcoal on Canvas
2008

Hospitium @ Galapagos Art Space

2008-02-23T00:04:00.003-05:00

Sunday February 24 8pm - 4am FREE

Galapagos Art Space
70 North 6th St. between Kent and Wythe
Williamsburg, Brooklyn NY 11211

Hospitium Collective Art and Music Party

The Hospitium takes its name from the ancient Greek practice of hospitality. "The god of strangers" would smite those who denied travelers food and shelter.

This collective provides a safe haven for independent visual, musical, and performing artists. On February 24th, the Hospitium will offer the public a glimpse into this growing artist community, with an evening featuring 50 artists, 10 bands, and 5 short films.

Curated By Katharine Ng

Hospitium Collective Art and Music Party

Artists:

Katharine Ng
Jon Axelrod
Ana Goleszevska
Jethro Rebollar
Tony Hernandez
Paz Mallea
Charles Preston
Danny Rosenhanst
Ashley Morissette
Kristin Fisher
Bryan Ellingson
Francisco Osorio
David Skinner
Adriano Vasquez
Jeremiah Reeves
Galen Bryce
Christopher Trombley
Marianne Devine
Sean Noonan
Yoon Kim
Katharine Eickelberg
Rachel Oakes
Angela Costanzo Gonzales
Elisa Casinader
C. Bohlin
Amanda Sweet
Ryan Schroeder
Kitty Cheung
Jeffrey Augustine Songco
Brian Life
Bishop 203
Sam Wohl
Adam G.
Ryan Duggan
Harrison Owen
David Victor Rose
William Keating
Jason Guerrero
Henry Hugh Davies
Robyn Frank
Adam Void
R. Rabbit
Jennifer Harris
Keith Eng
Rico Catteneo
Josh McCutchen
Tom
Igor Solis

Bands:

Et Cetera
Bill Bartholomew
The Chariots
The Full Sign
My Sister in 1994
The Sister Lovers
The Stoics
Kate Starr
Appomattox
Mitch

February 1 ~ Show @ ReBar!!!

2008-01-19T21:46:00.000-05:00

I hope to see all of you there.

From Output show @ Rebar

2007-12-20T22:30:00.000-05:00

"I see no eagle, I hear no eagle, I speak no eagle."

A New Piece...

2007-12-17T00:50:00.000-05:00

P1: Pigeon(-toed)

32.5" x 40.75"

Soot from candle on gessoed canvas, and copper

2007

This is the piece that was on display for the holiday show at The Whitney.

Group Show

2007-12-04T12:00:00.000-05:00

I have a new piece up in Dumbo for the next week. If you have any free time, check it out. I hope to see you at the opening. Hopefully I will have pictures up on the site soon.

Friday Dec 7 8pm
@ reBar
147 Front Street
DUMBO, Brooklyn

Directions:
A,C Train to High Street, F Train to York Street
www.rebarnyc.com

A Serendipitous Action: Telephones

2007-07-21T21:13:00.000-04:00

A Serendipitous Action: Telephones
Requires 2 telephones

Directions:

1.) Dial Two Numbers Simultaneously
2.) Place The Receivers as Shown
3.) Wait Until Both Hang Up

Audio Contains 11 Serendipitous Actions.

Sound Art © 2007 jeremiah d. reeves

Rex Oedipus

2007-07-21T21:02:00.000-04:00

Rex Oedipus, Perforamtive
Drawing [selected segments], 2007.

Reciting the last scene of Oedipus Rex in reverse while drawing a portrait of my mother with a cone shaped tool based on the gramophone.

I have been wanting to put this video
on here for a while now. The video is only a few selected segments from the entire performance. I believe the whole thing took an hour.

New Prints

2007-05-04T00:02:00.000-04:00

'Two Eggs Over Easy'
Stone Lithogpraph on Rice Paper

2007
Limited edition of 4

Info: This image was made by cooking
two eggs on a Litho Stone.

'Untitled (Eating)'
Lithograph
2007

Info: This image was made by
projecting a video of myself
eating an egg sandwich

Book Exhibition.

2007-04-06T20:05:00.000-04:00

Hello everyone,

I just wanted to let you now that I will have a book on exhibition in the Pratt Institute Library. It is a group show. Please check it out if you can. The Exhibition will run from April18th-May 7th.

Pratt Institute Library
200 Willoughby Ave
Brooklyn, NY 11205

Hours: M-T 7:30am-11:00pm
F 7:30am-6:30pm
Sat 1pm-6pm
Sun 1pm-11pm

**If you have any questions or comments, please feel free to post them here or email me. Also, if you would like to make an appointment to view any of my other books, or other works, let me know. Thank you.

Show Pics: "Meaning...I Mean Meanie"

2007-03-02T01:22:00.000-05:00

Performance Piece in Central Park

2007-02-28T23:52:00.000-05:00

This Piece is titled Harvesting my Breath: Reap what you Sow

On February 10, 2007 during a two mile walk, through Central Park, I (Jeremiah D. Reeves) harvested my breath in balloons.

This piece was part of a collaboration for the Hans Winkler 'Walking Newspaper Project in NYC.'

Upcoming Show

2007-02-17T01:57:00.000-05:00

I hope to see all of you there.

If you would like to be notified of my shows in the future by email, email me jeremiah.reeves@gmail.com , with "Show Group" in the subject line.

Thanks,
Jeremiah D. Reeves

A Thank You for You

2007-01-21T20:03:00.000-05:00

It has been a long time since my last post. Sorry about that. A few things on my agenda. First, I would like to thank everyone for their continued support and interest in my work. I would like to especially thank my new collectors. All of you who purchased copies of my recent book of poems, thank you. I appreciate all of your support and encouragement.

I would also like to thank all of my new friends, world-wide and local. Your continued feedback has helped me grow.

I have some new work, that I will be posting on here in the next few weeks. I hope you will enjoy. Please feel free to contact me or leave comments.

Thank you,
Jeremiah D. Reeves

-Poems- as PDF

2006-11-24T21:16:00.000-05:00

I just wanted to put a post on here, so everyone knows that my book, -poems-, is available on my website as a pdf. I hope that you enjoy it. If you would like to make comments about it, you can do so here on the blog or you can email me. Also, if you would like to own a copy, that is bound and signed by me, you can email me and use the "make a donation" link it the upper right hand corner. Cost is $12 bucks, which includes shipping. Thank you. I look forward to hearing from you.

Pratt in Venice Exhibition

2006-10-11T02:47:00.000-04:00

*Intellectual banter*

The opening was tonight.
Runs from October 10th-14th.
Gallery hours 9am - 5pm

2nd Floor Gallery-

East Hall at Pratt Institute
200 W illoughby Ave
Brooklyn, NY 11205

"There he is! get his autograph" lol

*The lights shining bright*

It is a very large group show with a tremendous amount of work. I believe that there are 25 artist represented in the space. It is a show case of the work that was produced over the summer while abroad in Italy.

I hope, if you are in the Brooklyn area, you will check it out. I have 6 paintings, 3 prints and 6 books in the show!

*I wonder who did these wonderful paintings?*

Here are a few pictures from the opening.

New Piece

2006-10-06T00:47:00.000-04:00

New Piece

2006-10-06T00:32:00.000-04:00

New Piece

2006-10-01T23:30:00.000-04:00

New Piece

2006-09-21T02:47:00.000-04:00

Sorry for the big jump in between...forgot again.

New Piece

2006-09-18T00:17:00.000-04:00

Here is one of my most recent pieces...(hasn't been stretched yet)

Work in progress...

2006-09-17T23:59:00.000-04:00

I wanted to put up a few images of how a painting develops for everyone to see. Maybe it will give you insight into my techniques and thinking.

piece number one:

Piece Number two:

***I will try and take more pictures inbetween, but I forget when I am painting

The new studio....

2006-09-17T23:49:00.000-04:00

Here are a few bad quality photos of the new studio...

Online Exhibitions

2006-08-25T15:49:00.000-04:00

Check out this wonderful website I found, where you can create your own exhibitions. Currently, I have created three. You can comment on there or here.

Exhibitions of Jeremiah d. Reeves

Back from Europe...

2006-08-20T23:55:00.000-04:00

So, I’m back in Brooklyn after studying abroad in Venice,

Italy

for a semester. What a wonderful place. It was such a productive time I decided to redo my website, to accommodate the new work. *Above: Look at how fast I can move my painting arm :)

Europe...

2006-05-05T23:42:00.000-04:00

This will be the last post for the whole summer. I am traveling to Rome for one week and then its off to Venice for seven. Can't wait. I have many new ideas that I am ready to tackle, but I can't let out the secret just yet. I don't know when my next post will be, due to the fact that I have to find a new apartment the day I arrive back in New York. I am homeless until I do. It may take a while to establish the internet there also.

I am currently working on gathering, reworking and finalizing some of my poetry. After this stage, I am going to attempt to have it published. Hopefully all will go well. With that said, Arrivederla! Addio!

Silkscreen...

2006-05-05T23:40:00.000-04:00

Oil Pastel with Pencil on Paper

2006-05-05T23:25:00.000-04:00

Notes on my work…

2006-04-28T01:11:00.000-04:00

My work alternates between theorizing and work, one always chasing the other. Sometimes the work pursues the theories, while other times the creation is present first, later to reveal its theories. Each time, the work is best observed chronologically spiraling back and forth as it folds upon itself to reveal its retrospective wisdom, insight and innuendos of prophecy.

My work never comes to terms with itself, for I as a man never come to terms with myself. It is always changing, like life...sometimes wrong, sometimes right. It is a mysterious journey, destination unknown; dialectic, defined to be smashed, style gained then destroyed, course set, then altered. It is a process. It is an action, an expression, a definition, my myth…sometimes tangible, sometimes concept…always real.

*also see artist statement on Main Web page if you haven't already done so

Children's Art.

2006-04-28T01:06:00.001-04:00

Observing my child on the break, I have come to a new conclusion in my work. I shouldn’t say come to a conclusion rather that I have caught a glimpse into, or had an insight into the true nature of art from a child’s perspective.

I watched him draw a portrait of me, his daddy. The abstraction was hardly recognizable as a human, let alone me, a specific human. It puzzled me. But to him, it was unmistakably me. I even asked hum the names of them, hid them for a couple of days, brought them backed out and he recalled exactly what they were. I was definitely perplexed.

I asked him, later, to draw another picture for me, one of a complete abstract nature. I prompted him to draw ‘happy,’ leaving it open ended. He became frustrated, unable to put the marker to the pad saying, “I can’t.” I then asked him to draw ‘sad’, ‘angry,’ ‘sorry,’ and ‘love.’ Again, it was the same answer, “I can’t.”

I was confused, almost disappointed. Here my son, drew a beautifully expressive abstraction, but couldn’t draw these basic emotions. I didn’t understand.

Later the answer came, like the sound of a piano being kicked by an elephant. It wasn’t abstraction, or expression that children worked from, rather it was ritual and ego. To him, it is the process of making marks that mean something only to him, recognizable, only to him; a truly personalized egocentric language. A ritual of himself, a process of owning his world, of making things his, like writing your name on something. It is a pure desire to make a history, one’s own history.

*painting by Zion Reeves, acrylic on canvas.

Oil Pastel with Pencil on Paper

2006-04-24T17:23:00.000-04:00

Oil pastel and Pencil on Paper

2006-04-22T03:29:00.000-04:00

Both of these are 18 x 24in.
*in the one below notice how the simple line gesture captures the skeleton.
Isn't that shovel just beautiful?..the first time I have drawn one.

Four Drawings of the figure

2006-04-16T20:30:00.000-04:00

Acrylic, marker and oil pastel on paper.

2006-04-16T19:28:00.000-04:00

Self Portrait

2006-04-16T19:25:00.000-04:00

Self portrait
Pastel and pencil on paper

Extemporizing in Black on White

2006-04-03T02:03:00.000-04:00

Black Ink on white paper has always been one of my favorite mediums. Its starkness, readiness and arrogance make it all too American. You must think in line, shape, value and space to truly capture the gesture of the subject. All these aspects must unify seamlessly alternating like a musical composition. Ink drawing is piano jazz; all improvisation.

Like I said on my page, concerning my music, 'I like to leave the brushstrokes on the notes'... it is the same in my drawings and paintings; I like to leave in the resonance and discord.

There is a clash manifested in the best of art, a duality, that can be laughed to or cried to. Capturing this is the ultimate...the supreme...the Tao of Art.

Back to work after a short break...

2006-03-27T15:56:00.000-05:00

Pastel & pencil on BFK

Acrylic on Paper.

2006-03-27T15:54:00.000-05:00

The Print And Its Companion.

2006-03-14T02:43:00.000-05:00

Oil on Canvas

2006-03-10T18:45:00.000-05:00

Black and White in color

2006-03-10T17:40:00.000-05:00

The other day, someone told me that my paintings are always black and white, meaning that they feel, or reduce themselves simply to black and white. This is true. I paint with vivid colors, but I use those colors as values, rather than color for colors sake. It is this inventive use of color that is my own. The colors, become shades of gray. This also matches with my thinking while painting. If I am looking at the figure and see a little tint of orange in that skin, I put it on the canvas as pure orange. I later, once all the colors that I 'feel' are on the canvas, I unify them with base colors directly on top and begin mixing on the canvas, or in this case paper. With acrylics, I have to work super fast and wet. Painting begins to resemble a sprinting race in the Olympics. I would rather and prefer to work this way than pace myself and take months on the same work. Even in running I am a sprinter not a cross country runner; distance isn't my thing.

Also worthy to note on the black and white comment, when I watch a black and white film, I see color. Not at first, but gradually, it begins to take on colors. By the time the movie is finished, I swear it was in color. I don't know if anyone else does that, but I certainly do and that is going to manifest itself in my painting.

ink & neocolor on BFK

2006-03-06T12:45:00.000-05:00

A thought on time...

2006-03-04T22:43:00.000-05:00

I was thinking today...

Time is relative. Einstein is a genius. Why do we measure life by this set unit, when time is merely the process of change that happens at the speed of thought and development. A history book, tells the story of time, but a clock does not. Time is the chaotic speed of thought. The time is always now; this moment. It is thought that elicits a difference. A clock, although it moves is stagnant. Sixty seconds is a minute, but the thoughts that happen in that passing are the true teller of time.

I realize that a lot of me must die. That life is a process of death and rebirth. Life truly is a dialectic. I must kill myself to grow. I must let the stagnation decompose under the moss and mold of new life.

Existential anxiety. Why am I born to die? An answer not so easily apparent. The romantics had it figured out. The meaning of Life; to develop the potential of oneself. This brings us to a problem though. What is one's self? Is it me, the physiology of me, or something more? Are other's me too? Where is the line? Is my life, what is meant? Is my life so separate from everyone else's that my actions and thoughts don't influence theirs? Is that influence a connetive tissue that extends myself to incorporate them? Where is God in all this? Maybe the Hindu were right? That you and I are god. That we are the same god, but have forgotten, forever trapped in a game of hide and seek.

How much time has gone by in that paragraph? Is it just the thought that tells the story of time, or is it also the resolution and implantation of that thought? The thesis and anti-thesis...the synthesis...thesis...anti-thesis...Synthesis... A machine? Constructing answer to prove that answer wrong. Modify the answer to find fault in the answer again. That is the unit...the only unit of time. A rhythm of chaos. Not like a sin wave...not a cosine...but a sound wave...yet three-dimensional....and then tetra!

*for a visual definition of time look up Hiroshi Sugimoto

Hand in Glove.

2006-03-04T21:29:00.000-05:00

"Slight of Hand."

Hand in glove, is a new series that I am currently working out somewhere in the deep recesses of my brain. This is the first image that has resulted in a complete form. The series, is a very personal one. Its scope is to include many different ideas that are being synthesized in my interior from the circumstances of my current life-situation and past art. In short, my art is and this series are the results of 'my dialectic' (Hegel's philosophy).

This series is based of American colloquial hand gestures. It also incorporates the ideas of sound that are bleeding in from my other series of three dimensional poems. Within the hands I am also playing with the thumbs and their significance to human relationships. I am also incorporating the history of the hand and thumb, as it relates to human history. Musical dexterity, mysticism, longing, selfishness, personality, humor are all entering the work.
I do not know how the series will end, except that it will be a synthesis of the reading, drawing, painting and living that I am involved in now.

I say series, but I have been so bogged down in working, with trying to define that word. On my webpage, I define it straight out of the dictionary. Prior to this series, I have always had this conceptual definition that a series has to be a set of works, that all look the same; same dimensions, same style, etc. This series is really challenging that infantile idea. It has freed my work to be more about the synthesis of ideas and content, rather than a marketable product lined up nicely on white walls. I want the idea to be consistent, the feeling to come across whether it is a silkscreen, drawing, video or painting. Who ever said that a series is contained in the way the product looks, is a child. It is about the ideas, not staying within one specific media on the same size material, slightly altered from one to the next. It is about the subtle differences between the definitions rather than the spellings of the word.

I must rid myself of the typology of the art world, to develop the voice.

Another.

2006-03-04T21:28:00.000-05:00

The Collision...

2006-03-04T21:17:00.000-05:00

These 3 below are acrylic paintings on BFK.

Often, I will paint on top of the image that has been drawn, then rubbed out, drawn again and rubbed out many times. I like to use the same page. Often the charcoal mixes with the paint. During the painting process, I also draw on top of it and paint it some more. The finished product is a layering of the image, that exist somewhere between a drawing and a painting; somewhere between thought and image. Somewhere between the reality of this world and the reality of the art world.

I choose to work this way, fast and exciting, to remind us that it is merely and image, yet that it is its own reality. I think that art is not the reality in which we live, but is it's own reality entirely. The two realities collide when we try to bring art into ours. This colliding is the piece of work that emerges.

2006-03-04T21:11:00.000-05:00

If I told you a thousand dreams...

2006-02-11T13:39:00.000-05:00

This song, like many, was written with multiple lyrics. This means, that the instrumental has many different words that can be the words. The instrumental, is not really the finished version either, it is more just a time pattern to read the lyrics. It is written in this manner, like I said on the site, because I write music as the soundtrack that accompanies my movie (my life). Since, in 'our movie' many of the scenes, can be similar, or a recollection of the previous scene...a reoccurring thought...this is possible

If I told you a thousand dreams (click to hear the instrumental)

If I told you a thousand dreams...
you would never know there meaning and I would be lonelier.

If I told you a thousand and one...
you'd run away.

If I told you a thousand and two,
(that's the one I'm thinking now)...
you'd loose me.

But if I told you a thousand and three
(the one I'm about to think)...
you'd be right here with me.

If I quit telling my dreams
(well then I'd be awake and)...
I'd realize that's all you ever were.

It's so cold in here...

2006-02-11T13:14:00.000-05:00

It’s so cold in here (Click to hear instrumental.)

It seems that I'm pissing my life away,
dreaming dreams ostentatiously,
when I know,
that they'll never come true,
but I hope that love can find me,
sailing in this sea of sad, sad notes.

I have been hiding-out for so long,
behind these masks of smiles,
when frowns are the song...
the nonconformist,
strong in opinion,
I'm always in the wrong.

But maybe...
by a sprig of chance,
love is blind,
sees not with sight,
but with the touch of his hands,
with the touch of his hands.

Yes I hope it's in the blind man's touch,
hope it's in his caress
Cause...

It's so dark in here,
hope he can find me...
It's so cold in he,
yes, cold in here,
Can I borrow your coat?

Purpose

2006-02-11T03:52:00.000-05:00

The purpose of this blog, is simple. It is the official, unofficial blog of www.jeremiahdreeves.com.It will become a poetry notebook, post it board, works in progress gallery, thought collector and public critisicm forum. Here, you can also discuss art, theoroies, philosophy, poetry, photography, video/film, and anything else that sparks your interest....This is the revolution...not televised, but coming to you live in 1 and 0's !!

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Definition

2006-02-11T01:05:00.000-05:00

¹soul \΄sōl\ n 1 : the immaterial essence of an individual life 2 : the spiritual principle imbodied in human beings or the universe 3 : an active or essential part 4 : the moral and emotional nature of human beings 5 : spiritual or moral force 6 : PERSON 7 : a strong, positive feeling (as of intense sensitivity and emotional fervor) conveyed by performers

¹sup·ple·ment \΄sə-plə-mənt\ n 1 : something that supp;oes a want or makes an addition 2 : a continuation (as of a book) containing corrections or additional material