Where am I? the ground slips beneath me, the sand pulls deeper into the void. I have become as suffocated in the process as I have ever been. Today I drilled holes through a piece of stone. It has made solid a piece of unworkable crap. perhaps the strain of outside eyes are actually peering in and affecting my mental psyche. perhaps they are my own? I am deeply missing the drive that pulled me toward an answer. now I sit, running at idle speeds, waiting for the weight of the crash to collide.

the weight

SPRING SEMESTER

I have started to make models, scaleless forms that are closely influenced by my paintings. My intention is to use the paintings as a loose form of blueprint, and interpret them into Three Dimensional forms. Theses forms are going to then direct my motives and decisions towards hard line drawings, and further models.

Some of the maps and pictures that I have been researching are beginning to inform my design process for the paintings; and the work ahead. An old map of Babylon, overlay ed with a burnt body. A map of Iraq, giving locations of enemy targets and other important information. An image i pulled from Google Earth of the ancient city of Babylon and Saddam Hussein's palace he build next to it. There exists now a parking lot south of Babylon, this is most likely going to be my site. This is where I feel the least amount of damage will occur to any artifacts that rest below the soil.

This is some imagery that has been pushing my work along, along with a few informative maps.