the drawing desk

Although this is an otter-related project, I'm still unsure of what it's really about or where it really lies in the larger breadth of all things Peter. An attempt at subtly sliding a drug-related theme into the nostalgia and science of botanical and wildlife illustration is nothing short of odd. Whether it be positive or negative I am still skirting between. But don't take my word for it LeVar, maybe they're just plain good-old American drawings.

Summer Fun

These are from an installation this summer. Just never got around posting the pics...until now.

neckerchiefs

Late night printing session at sean's getting the neckerchiefs printed for the troop.

Lo Siento Mucho

I know I've been infrequent to say the least about updating my work on the blog, however I now am taking a hiatus from posting here since the latest project with the Otter Patrol. I'll try and fill in the gaps with this guy when I have time, but for now to see what I've been up to you should refer to the troop website:

troop2012.blogspot.com

This is an important project, I think, with my progressions of dealing with childhood, organizations, a nostalgic America, masculinity in society, post-apocalyptic survivalism, processual work, and also mixed-media and performance in general. So stay in touch!

failure lies around ambition's corner

This contraption is an attempt at making two rotating landscapes in proximity, one powered by a handcrank and the other by bicycle, put in relation to each other so as to fully encompass the viewer with an amount of madness that can be described as experiencing four seasons in four seconds. However, these are photos from a critique as a work in progress and I hope to finish it and also include various performative aspects as well.

the river runs so wild

Three days in the wild rafting down the James quickly turned into only one as my first attempt at roughing it in this fashion is very much a learning experience...

the tower in the mountains

A 2-dimensional landscape made 3-dimensional, this piece stems from a paper-like dream I had in which I found myself trekking through mountain passes LOTR style trying to reach an enormous radio tower in which I could send a distress beacon to outlying intelligent life forms for help. O, how I long for the attempt at contacting the unknown, but, yea, how the fear I have of actually facing them still grips me.

the nature of nature, naturally

a blob of artificial, shedding, and overall disgusting green seeding that decided to sprout dollar tree flowers and hypnotic, ambient music.

Christmas in January

I know this is a belated entry but I just came across these pictures on my camera of a festive gingerbread house lovingly sculpted by my little brother, sister and I. I just couldn't pass up showing Alex, Rachel, and my group installation...