I was talking to a guy I know today about what I might be doing five or ten years from now. He said that he could see me living in a small town somewhere, making strange art out of everyday things, maybe out of metal. I don’t know about that, but it did get me to thinking about the art I used to do.
Although I didn’t know it at the time, I think the most successful of my efforts focused on the ephemeral in some way. The Yukon Jack series, which was rendered in chalk and erased every few days; the landscape projection series, which visually reproduced abstracted memories wrapped up with emotions, etc. Some of those still exist, but they had a look of ephemerality, anyway. 
Even the people-centered stuff I did later focused on singling out one thought (imaginary though it was) out of my subject’s mind.
That focus on the ephemeral could be traced into other aspects of my life, too. For instance, my current work is centered around web content, a kind which lacks physicality and usually has a short shelf life. This blog. I bet I could go on recognizing these patterns forever if I wanted…but that wouldn’t be very much in keeping with the program, would it?
