American State of Mind Series


You might as well face it – you’re addicted to love!

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It only took 2 months, but I finally got my shredded GBP banknotes from the UK. I got it legit, and it was shredded into confetti already! I didn’t do it.

aloha from across the pond…

 

cheerio chum

Part two of two that I worked on during Goosey Night. I though it was the right time for it.

 

Part one of two that I worked on during Goosey Night. I though it was the right time for it.

This is the reverse view of “O Captain”  The colored are are clear capsules filled with shredded money.

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead. 

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,

You’ve fallen cold and dead. 

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;

Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.
– Walt Whitman

I wanted to create a new series of work that represent what is current. This piece can be perceived by the viewer any way they want to, and I’ll leave it at that.