Documentation isn’t just for making the conduct of my life more considered and effective— I also do it as my art. I took photos at Lincoln Marsh six times this year. I took the exact same photos as I have 42 times over the last six years, in an attempt to document how an Illinois natural areas changes through the seasons.
Family-wise, I was happy to document baseball seasons. To me, these aren’t just pics of my kids (though that is definitely a big part of it). I do this to try to capture what it was like to be 15 in 2015 and playing baseball in the summer in North America. What does it look like, feel like. What kind of light poles and bulbs did they have? What were the uniforms made of? What kind of typography do they use for lettering? Did it rain? What was the impact of that? What was the name of the preschool next to the field?
Here’s a video I made of a cattle show judge, capturing the language he used to score:
This September I finally made it to the Wyandot County Fair in Ohio. Shawn-Laree’s mother was born and raised on Fort Royal Farm in Cary, Ohio, and this is the county fair that has been central to their family for generations. Here’s a photo essay I did on the farm a while back:
Aluminum and fiber-reinforced plastic; painted with polyurethane enamel
Four shuttlecocks, each 17 ft. 11 in. (5. 5 m) high x 15 ft. 1 in. (4.6 m) crown diameter and 4 ft. (1.2 m) nose cone diameter, sited in different positions on the grounds of the museum
Amazing. I took a bunch of photos of the installation and did nothing with them until this week.
I had to clean out my computer (of raw video, mainly), because it was getting down to zero space. One of the video projects I had in iMovie was one about this piece.
“Shuttlecock” is an odd word. Compound. British, in a Fawlty Towers sort of way. Funny, in a juvenile way. So when I was thinking about how to present it in video, the natural thought was to double down on the language and mash it up with the Revolting Cocks.
Anyone in Chicago in the late 80s (or anyone in the industrial/ noise scene) knows and loves the Revolting Cocks.
So here’s my mashup of two great artists
A mashup of a great sculpture and an industrial band singing a Rod Stewart cover.
So yesterday when I went to document the shrine, I went straight to the northeast corner, at the crash scene investigation site, to take a look. To my surprise, it wasn’t there, and the original shrine to the Virgin Mary remained.
As I noted nearly a decade ago, I believe whole-heartedly that this is a place where the Virgin Mary appeared in a salt stain. Why the hell wouldn’t I believe that? It’s easy.