Someone asked me to do a 20 minute version of "Nighthawks" by Edward Hopper. This is my sketch with the original. Kinda fun.

One of my more fun 20 minutes.

I met Caroline at the Art Center in Troy, where she works to organize her car trunk for 20 minutes.

Close to Half.

I have close to 50 envelopes. I'm almost done completing all tasks, but playing catch up right now. I realize how challenging it is to reach 100 people. I've never been a strong self promoter but I'm learning. One thing I need to work on is being clearer about my ideas. However, I'm not always sure about where a project is going until I get started. I'm finding with The Rent Project, many people want me to direct them. What I want is the opposite. I want them to direct me. Sure, there is a basic framework, but who is to say rules can't be broken? Some have already broken them. I've gotten requests for labors beyond 20 minutes and have received payment through paypal and by check. I see myself as a facilitator and want to basically assemble all this material in a fairly simple way. There is certainly a style to how I document the process and how I carry out these 20 minute actions. I suppose that is my contribution. But more than anything, this is about communication and my own struggle to communicate and connect to others. Art is a go between for me and it has been both successful and unsuccessful.

Reclusivity, WNYT 13.

I got a request to do a small sign for someone's parents. I had 20 minutes to do so. I sat in bed and doodled this sign. I'm enjoying the varied requests for 20 minute tasks. Some are in person, others I document and send off or post to this blog. This project has really forced me out in the open. WNYT interviewed me the other day and I was on the evening news. I'm still waiting for them to post the video online so I can link it. But my point is I can be very reclusive and this project is challenging that tendency. It is a good thing.

The struggle...to be and to be an artist.

Despite the wonderful support and interest in The Rent Project, I find that I struggle with my energy level. It sometimes feel as though I am lifting a huge boulder above my head. I know I can do this piece and I'm very good at keeping my commitments, in this case performing all the 20-minute requests that I have received so far. But it is honest to say I am easily overwhelmed in my head and body. It's often like a hump I have to get over. As an artist, being out of graduate school for just over 5 years now, it can sometimes be difficult to attain that same creative momentum I had when I was immersed in the built-in community of college. In that time, it was enough to just show up, engage in dialogue with those around you and access all kinds of great minds. Outside that bubble, one must work around "day job" schedules, family and other life responsibilities. I just wonder how we, as an art community can integrate those things into some sort of communal living. I wonder how many artists are interested in such an idea. Why are most of our living situations so isolated from one another? Can there be a center? The capital region has plenty of artists but they are all over the place. There are small enclaves, such as the CAC, The Foundry, Grand St. Community Arts and other groupings of artist studios but I have yet to see a powerful force. How can we merge these energies more? I'm just thinking aloud. I would like to have this conversation with others.

My Fears are burning.

Ingrid asked me to write down my fears for 20 minutes then burn them. I sent her the ashes. I really like the way the ashes look in the envelope. This wasn't a hard project to do as I have many fears. I struggle with anxiety to do with just about everything. I enjoyed burning the paper. I'm a closet pyro. When I was 13 I accidentally set a 7 acre brush fire in northern California but that was a long time ago. Heh heh.

An Old Sculpture.

A friend from Graduate School, Laura, sent me a very beautifully organized package with $3.50, a small box folded, newspaper for packing (The Onion), and postage. She requested this sculpture that she once saw on my staircase almost a year ago. At the time I was leaving little wooden pieces about and this one could be seen between the railing supports on one of the steps up to my apartment. But I moved away from this apartment for a few months before returning and left a lot of things behind. So when I got Laura's letter, I wasn't sure if it was still around. It wasn't on the stairs. It turns out my landlady had it in her shop which is below my apartment and close to where it was on the stairs. She ended up with a few of my little pieces that were floating around. It was a little awkward getting it from her. She may have grown attached. It was hard to tell. But she has other things of mine and will probably end up with more so I didn't feel to bad asking for this. But it was a little awkward. Whatever. I made a bunch of these from bandsaw cutoffs and glue. Anyway, I put it in the box and mailed it off today.