Process book (Marc's class) for 9/19

So if you've been following this blog, you've probably realized by now that I'm pretty much just using it as an online notepad for myself. That being the case, if you're reading this on Tuesday, you're about to get a sneak peek at some of the process book projects we'll be engaged in for the next few weeks.

For next Wednesday, September 19:
Choose a single object that you are interested in exploring for the ENTIRE SEMESTER. This object should (ideally) be something that proposes serious, deep questions to you-- questions about its form, its function, its place in the universe. Photograph the object (multiple times, as though you were doing a photo shoot for ANTM, thinking about the context of the shoot, the *feeling* of the object).

During these multiple investigations (over the next several-- 13 or so--weeks), you'll be tracing your chosen object, photographing it, performing with it, writing about its nature, discussing it, looking for things like it, carrying it, changing it. These process books will record not only the thing, but your changing relationship to the thing. As this item will be an integral part of your studio practice for the semester, you may want to choose/use something that already exists in your immediate space, something that you carry/work with/want to have, something that is in your everyday, already. Perhaps something like

a pair of grey socks, from a Banana Republic outlet, worn through the heel, and now seldomly used

your favorite pen, maybe a Pilot Precise V5 Rolling Ball, Black

your keychain, perhaps a spring-loaded metal clip-- not the carabiner design you frequently encounter at upscale camping stores, but the kind used to hold a dogleash to a collar, it's chromed-finish chipped and worn

your cell phone, perhaps a Nokia bar-type phone, its face scratched deeply from being tossled in a pant pocket with keys, and binder clips, set on *silent*,programmed with a ringtone succinctly called "Nokia Tune" but that, in some obtuse way, reminds one of the theme song to "Knight Rider"

a binder clip, small, fragile, and slightly twisted from multiple uses

your wallet, maybe a dense, oiled tan leather, purchased from a local vendor (in Oregon?), who had taken care of the cow since birth, skinned it, tanned the hide, and showed considerable pride at having sold it to an appreciative client at an event that benefitted breast cancer awareness

a piece of paper, covered in rampant scribblings, many of which are rough edits of the text you are reading at this very moment

a 42.3 fluid ounce water bottle, from Crystal Geyser, purchased a month ago from Trader Joe's and held at room temperature in the pantry until being opened and drank over the course of a single day

compact disk (maxell 80 min/700 mb) in a clear plastic sleeve, found in a stack of papers without a label, awaiting a trial run (again) to discern its contents

a sickly, pale yellow file folder (taken from a cubicle in an office) with the name "Stinson, Sierra" written in black pen on a small white label

laptop, an older Powerbook, dependable and cool