a number of my friends have gorgeous, concise ways of describing their practice ( “agent of whimsy”, “technology steward”, “culture organizer”) and i envy them. artists are often asked to boil their creative practice down into a few good sentences, and as far as i can tell this is one of the most arduous, painful parts of being ~a creative~. to write that kind of short, purified bio requires a self-knowledge that comes either from sifting through your own thoughts long enough to edge on the narcissistic1, or otherwise having been struck some kind of curatory lighning. i can’t call down lightning, so here i am in a self-centered exercise of creating this newsletter.
i’ve been told that some of that clarity comes from being in public, writing about their work. right now, i’m afraid of posting. my social media tagline is “process > product”, but where i used to post works in progress (experiments, stuff i was playing with) it now feels like a product in the eyes of strangers and an algorithm. i took a lot of joy in sharing my process. how do I remember that relationship? how do I remember the internet is alive, that it’s tender, that it’s experimental, and that i can be all of those things on it?
tender // honest // experimental // alive
internet as the open studios, lab notebook open on your desk. less journal, more research notes & public prototype
so i want to pick apart my thoughts, post them in public to be referenced, pinned up and placed in proximity with others; point at them and say, “ that’s a good one” or “oof, not that ”, or “ wait, let’s look closer”. i’m afraid of posting, but __ some thoughts need to be put in the open and said out loud until you untangle something good.
let’s talk out loud together. hopefully somewhere in these writing exercises, public experiments, documentation of my work, i can winnow out a way of describing what i do. welcome to my studio walls.


how far has my mouse has moved across the lifetime of this computer? an exercise: capture a 50x50 pixel square around my mouse every 10 seconds, a timelapse/snapshot/visual log of all the places it goes. thusfar i am unsuccessful, as the built-in screencapture tool for mac hides your mouse if you ask it to capture particular coordinates, so i only have where the cursor has been, not the cursor in-situ. shoutout to: cliclick, and the macos screencapture terminal program
things I’ve bought with a plan, and a promise to show experiments with them next month:
and just for fun ~
overly verbose personal websites
experimenting out loud, open studios
postcards and care packages for no reason
camping, sometimes2
materials as travel souvenirs
orange plastidip
printing things out, hand annotation
dedicating time and energy to community > comfort
bicycle transit
cutting your own hair
collages3
trying to save the day
houseplants that are unhappy in my home & care cycles4
short form video content (making, consuming)
scroll time
aesthetic minimalism
putting my face on the internet
“x is such a depression indicator”
knitting socks5
hollowknight: silksong (~75h)
keen hyperports with the orange strap
auto-launching scripts on interactive installations
stoggles6
ok, that’s all. talk again soon.
this is, um, a kind of projection on my part.
outsidey rather than outdoorsy
junk journalling is just collage made approachable
some new advice; give up on the plants that don’t work for you. water them as you will, and move on to a different species if this one just doesn’t work out. that said, the man who picked up my dying corn plant shamed me for not watering it enough, which is pretty bold for someone getting a free houseplant off of craigslist.
i’m pigeon holing myself as a sock knitter
at some point my actualy glasses fell apart, and these became my daily driver. anti-shatter lenses scratch a little easier, and aren’t polarized, but get them in prescription and transition and you’ll basically never need another pair