Hidden Valley, Joshua Tree National Park

well at a certain point in Joshua Tree i decided it was better to get out into the park and surrounding area and suck up all the experiences i could, rather than hole up in the house and write and try and make art. one can make art anywhere.  the experience of a time and place can be fleeting.

unfortunately i don’t know that i can truly explain with words the kind of pull that Joshua Tree has for me.  i do know that is is not for everyone.  but it is very special for me.  so it is with a small amount of sadness that have returned to more institutional surroundings and a mechanized lifestyle.  i managed to cram a lot of experiences into a couple weeks including an extremely eventful day with internationally recognized photographer Natasha Peterson.  First, we had a therapeutic and mind-expanding “sound bath” at the Integratron, a structure built with instructions from Venetian aliens and inspired by Tesla technology.  Then we visited Garth, a man who has lived in a stone tee-pee for 30 years while running a hippie commune called “God’s Way, Love“.  Finally, we had an extremely close encounter with a rattlesnake in a cave (my third and final)

so i am in Cincinnati now trying to wrap my head around a few ideas.  i recently completed this internet project, mintabox.com, about information storage, nostalgia and age, and technology.  in the desert, the things i was drawn to the most were the rocks, petroglyphs, and the stars.  i enjoy the strange joshua trees, the creatures like snakes and ringtail cats and gigantic beetles, the sunsets make me want to cry, the dirt, the eccentric people and their personal mythologies and conspiracies.  but the rocks, the glyphs, and the stars have this thing in common, this thing i am interested in–age and presence and mystery, a sense of gravitas.

so i am trying to think about why and how these threads run through my past work and what the next steps are for new works.

here are some more photos from my last few days.