Friday, February 25th, 2011
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5:50 pm - Happy Birthday George
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Tuesday, July 20th, 2010
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8:26 pm - Teatro d'Italia
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Theater of Italy
Made after my first trip to Italy in 2004.
La Scala, Pagliaci, an organ grinder, acrobat, and show man--touches of Fellini, too.
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Wednesday, July 7th, 2010
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5:00 pm - Teatro della Narrativa Pulp
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Tuesday, July 6th, 2010
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8:10 am - Teatro della Depravazione
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Friday, July 2nd, 2010
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11:42 am - Teatro della Letto Verde
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Theater of the Green Bed
The lighting is the thing with this one. The skylight is slatted with tiny wood strips to imitate the slats of a venetian blind. The afternoon light filters through. The bed is set in a primeval forest filled with moss and ferns. The moss and ferns are dried, but real. The walls are covered with dreams of Cary Grant and Ingrid Bergman in Hitchcock's Notorious, IMHO the most romantic movie ever made.
And what is more romantic than afternoon love?
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Wednesday, June 30th, 2010
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11:00 pm - Teatro della Pipa
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10:51 pm - Teatro dell'Altro Mondo
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( Theater of the Other World )
Here the other world is the Forbidden Planet--some alien world light years away from us. It will be filled with strange specimens. Always looking for that alien world.
I particularly like this one for it's muted colors and genuine sea specimens, and charts etc..
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Friday, June 25th, 2010
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8:01 am - Homage to Piranesi
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Teatro della Piranesi
This is one of my "homage" theaters, dedicated to Giovanni Piranesi, an 18th century Italian artist with a penchant for imaginary prisons(Carceri).
Here, the prison is crumbling and ancient, a helpless pawn, a bell (closed in like a prison, containing the steel ball), a lonely pearl, and the aged married couple- residents of their own prison.
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Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010
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4:19 pm - Welcome back people
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Teatro della Nuotatrice
Now that I'm actually studying Italian I'm finding a lot of words I'd used in the titles of the theaters. Like this one, for instance.
Most of my work is about navigation in one way or another. The ocean is a symbol for the great beyond, the unknown, the void--so here I am swimming across an ocean, trying to navigate, using letters from home-- or perhaps they were love letters. I've had a few.
A suitcase filled with them, like the one I used to have for my Barbie dolls.
This is my love letter to the world.
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Saturday, July 25th, 2009
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11:14 am - Teatro d'Alchimia
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The Theater of Alchemy
The elegant woman trapped in a cage.
A funeral pyre aflame in the background. (Reference to the hindu custom of sacrificing the widow of the dead man)
A repetition of three orbs. Steel, Ivory, and a globe.
Celestial charts on the wall- GUIDE ME!
The ear--LISTEN TO ME! HEAR ME!
All seeing eyes in the form of a milagro-- heal my sight. Make me SEE.
This is the alchemy, not of turning dross to gold, but the alchemy of life.
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11:14 am - Teatro di Guerra! Cazzo!
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Thursday, June 25th, 2009
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11:14 am - Teatro del'Equilibrio
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The Balance
Up Down Up Down Up Down on the see-saw that is my life.
The spoon, the cup, the capsule: Take your Medicine!
The see-saw is mechanized by watch works--time measures out everything.
It's not actually motorized (I wish) but the see-saw is free moving.
There is a small magnifying lens in the front edge of the theater--the distortion lens of illness.
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11:14 am - The Cabinet of Mr. Mojo
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This has to be one of my very favorite theaters of all.
I've been a fan of Cabinets of Curiosity for a long time, along with the black arts, and German expressionist cinema (re: Caligari).
These things have interested me since I was a child. So I decided to build a theater tribute to them, complete with a tiny man engulfed by shelves of specimens. All the items in the labeled jars are authentic conjuring items ordered from Lucky Mojo. Coral, shell, bones and amethyst are all authentic.
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11:14 am - Teatro della Seduta Spiritica
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Do you believe in ghosts?
Theater of the Seance
I do. And I've always been fascinated by the ghost of my paternal grandmother-- Sarafina Conchetta Papinia Mericle-- who died of the Spanish flu epidemic of 1918, when my father was only 3.
Her ghost (as a child) hovers in the distance, through the haze of time (both clock, and clockspring-- like a mesmerizing device, also hanging in air)
On the walls are old street maps of Baltimore, the neighborhood where she lived. Around the table, the seance commences. Held within a miniscule blown glass vial, a lock of her hair-- like smoke, curling upward.
The mysteries locked and waiting to be unlocked, the red rose, the family portraits.
My heritage I never knew.
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Monday, June 15th, 2009
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6:57 am - Teatro della Demenzia
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Theater of Insanity
Just now, (6:50am) I was opening a window in the living room. I keep cases of my theaters in front of the windows on the north side, and I happened to catch sight of this little gem. So I peered inside.
take a look
There are woodcuts of medieval demons on the walls. The tormented lies in a glass case with the key to happiness hovering just out of reach. Fires of damnation burn around her. A devil, in magnification looms in the back. The negative "NO" (in feminine pink) sets the tone. Undecipherable Egyptian hieroglyphics from the Book of the Dead cover the floor.
Oh yes. I nailed this one.
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Monday, May 25th, 2009
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11:14 am - Teatro della Fragilita
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The Fragility (of Life)
Well I guess life and death has been on my mind a lot lately. My father died yesterday after many weeks of suffering.
When I made this, I was thinking about the fragility of all our lives-- the fragility of the physical body-- one moment it's alive, pumping blood, breathing air, thinking thoughts-- and the next moment that life can be gone. the body expired. Lifeless.
The man and boy, two different generations, wander through illustrated anatomies, scientific charts. The beaded wires are the veins coursing with life. Life and living, but with death all around it. And in the back, the eye of God, watching everything.
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11:14 am - Teatro d'Evoluzione della Giro
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11:14 am - Teatro delle Nostre Follie
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11:14 am - A rare update ~ The Rabbit
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Teatro del Coniglio
Since it's the height of spring, why not a theater about fecundity! And in that regard, what critter breeds as much as rabbits? well, rabbits! So the bunnies are leaping and frolicking about, while the human lovers (Ingrid Bergman and Cary Grant) share their famous kiss from Notorious.
The lowly washer woman, old, worn, and undesirable polishes Cary's lips, hoping to revive warm memories from her youth.
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Thursday, January 1st, 2009
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1:49 pm
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In 2009,  teeny_theaters resolves to... Admit my true feelings to fabulist. Become a better pez. Tell my family about voodoo dolls. Buy new fluxus. Eat more dreams. Drink four glasses of karma every day. |
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