I am spending the entire month of July 2014 in Portland, Oregon doing a self-directed artist residency.
I will be committing to at least 40 hours of art-related work each week. Included will be full-time studio work furthering my work in pen-and-ink, watercolor, acrylic, and possibly other media; printing out higher-quality versions of zines previously only photocopied and stapled; getting t-shirts made; performing Eagle Scout: a One-Man Play, and possibly co-directing a short film; and approaching local galleries about showing my work.
I intend to create a full proposal and apply for a micro-grant at the Durango Arts Center to cover a portion of the costs.
This is a very exciting thing for me and I hope it expands my creative boundaries and opens up doors for new opportunities.
I am doing a one-man performance of "Eagle Scout: a One Man play" at Animas Trading Co. in downtown Durango. This is a tragicomic soliloquoy, written and performed by myself, wherein I dress up in my full Boy Scout uniform and experience a vast array of emotions while listening to an old mix tape. It will make you laugh, but you may even weep like a child.
The milk goes down smoothly,
A Phillip Milk of smooth lyrical content.
Managed solely for my palate,
available on cassette
and compact disc.
I clearly love the thin sound of vocal clarity
as well as the crisp beats like a tribe.
I am going to manage my day
according to its dictates
and collapse into a mealy mush
of gravelly riverbed madness.
Gladly blathering all the way,
Visibly touching the firmament,
and swirling amid the gray.
A sullen Sammy Hagar,
Floating in crimson flags of eagles flying.
Big Red lightning of sockets glowing.
Murderous chords projected from
Eagles flew previous,
But presently they glorybound fracture
The malignant orb of despondency.
Flags fly full.