Dreams of Escape

Opening January 1, 2016

Stardust Video and Coffee

1842 E. Winter Park Road

Orlando, FL 32803

Soviet Air

Opening January 1, 2016

Stardust Video and Coffee

1842 E. Winter Park Road

Orlando, FL  32803

Dreams of escape

Chaos can have a healing character

if it is coupled with the idea of open movement

to channel the warmth of chaotic energy into order or form.

-Joseph Beuys

Order and form are the two rails on which architecture rolls.  The newfound vigor of chaos derails architecture into black, deadend tunnels choked with soot, illimitable delays, and colorful desultory wrecks.  At the end of nearly every day, after observing or managing chaos, I depart the scene with nothing to show for it.  Nothing, except for small drawings.

Chaos is here to stay:  meaningless bright adversity, overbearing dull beige banality, and the profligate urgent shrillness of spendthrift capitalism all create absurdity and waste beyond even Kafka’s wildest imagination.   Arising out of this disorder come small bubbles of order, moments when one hand, temporarily unoccupied by the keyboard or the legal pad, can briefly roam free and make a connection between things that are separated.

This installation is a bank, a place where I deposit my dreams of escape.  I participate in the warmth of chaotic energy without emotion; instead I invest emotions into small things, the open movement of my hand creating these dreams of escape. Meanwhile, order and form get restored.

Few, if any, of these are actual planes.  They are dreams of aircraft, sketched during chaos; they are ways out.  Tiny, quickly scratched blossoms of highly ordered objects, droplets of comfort and calm.

Left side Right side
F6F Hellcat model in cement

Bomber engine

fighter nose

British twin engine fighter

early jet air scoop

flying boat

Russian helicopter

Comically fat Russian jet

Slightly comical American fighter

Russian fighter flying overhead

Bomber

BAC Caravelle ghost

F-16 ghost

F-117 ghost

Fighter, probably Russian

Sub patrol aircraft

Supersonic airliner

Navy fighter caught with propeller

Bomber on crumpled paper

Dive bomber far away

Russian transporter tail

Eastern European jet trainer

Russian jet of some kind

Early jet fighter coming at  you

The one and only B-58

Two-engine passenger plane

Bit of a carrier-based navy plane

Bomber

Bomber engine

Early Swedish jet trainer studies

Another eastern European jet trainer

Kind of a British fighter-bomber

Yet another eastern European jet trainer

Russian turboprop bomber with Russian jet transporter flying in formation

A MiG

An air intake

Another MiG

P-38s over a house

Possibly a Tupolev under the drawing

Richard Reep
Winter Park, Florida

2016

MiG-3
MiG-15

Contemporary Tabby

Cement works update

Ancient tabby marks Florida’s sense of place.  Tabby is the colloquial name for an early Spanish colonial form of cement.  A cake of sand, lime, shells, and water created an architecture of walls and forts.  Some of this is still extant today.

Tabby wall, St. Augustine, 16th c (left closeup)

This series of contemporary tabby adds manmade materials in the same mixture.  Lime, or calcium hydroxide, is the main ingredient of Type I Portland Cement.

Contemporary Tabby 1

Shells served as aggregate in Spanish tabby.  The aggregate helps bind the cement together, increase volume.  Aggregate also helps break up clods of lime when mixing.  The Titan that I mixed for this series was pure Type I with no aggregate, and it was very laborious to mix it to a smooth, even consistency.

I harvested the shells and the manmade material from Siesta Key Beach in July 2015, off the coast of Sarasota.  The manmade portions in this first piece occur in approximately the same density as found on the beach.  This indicates that the proportion of natural-to-manmade material on the beach is pretty high.

Air

Monoliths


Coming this fall, the latest of a series of experiments in cement.

I have always shied away from judgement, but I’ve pretty much concluded that western capitalism has remade everything into a single homogenous mass.  While my day job is to articulate this mass (architect) my actual purpose I think really is to unmask it.  I feel sort of like a Robin Hood of ideas, stealing from globalism and giving to those of us starved for localism and specificity of ideas.
Monolith #3, side view
By this I mean:  I recently completed a concrete structure, and was far more excited about the structure as an expression BEFORE it got smeared with stucco and sealed up with tacky windows.
My work in concrete is inspired by many visits to urban parts of Mexico, and how they use it as an architectural finish.  So I think for the next period my body of work will be to unmask this soulless homogenous monolith that we like to think of as “globalism” in its built form.
Most people react the same way, and the easiest summary that one heasrs is “there’s a Panera’s everywhere” (which replaced the ubiquitous Starbucks a couple years ago).  Anyone who is aware has definitely noticed the homogenization of our built environment, and has reacted to it with native disdain.  This is a mark of a healthy person, one who is wary of this trend.
But just as globalization protests in 2000’s Seattle Global Trade Convference were ultimately ignored and forgotten, so too will these individualistic protests.  The Borg might just be right:  “resistance is futile.”
Monolith #1, oblique view
Most people react by disconnecting from the monolith.  I would liken tot the Kitty Genovese syndrome.  No one is intervening, no one is calling the police, and when you confront witnesses, no one has seen it.
People do not want to get involved.  Just as urban fatigue overcame the pthe witnesses to her awful 1964 murder, so too has it overcome those of us sitting forever at traffic lights, waiting in line at the store, parking in garages and walking to our cubicles.
The French writer Henri Lefebvre, who called it the “space of production,” could hardly have imagined the extent to which our society has remade itself into a machine.  The machine extends to all corners of our lives, from the bathrooms in our houses to the skyline of a city.  All are the same, differing only in small details.
Many see in this a new nihilism, a sense of meaninglessness to the life that we have created.  What good is saving energy when we still consume it with wild abandon for escapism?  Why have a biodegradable wrapping around a consumer product when that product itself has no purpose in the beginning?  The profound purposelessness of most people’s individual actions and behavior has degraded our society to the point where we may lose the ability to conceive of a future at all.
So back to the monolith:  I want to attack it, to see inside it, and to make it an object of examination.  It is NOT too large or too inevitable to be broken down into scalable bits.  It is not too homogenous to be localized, made specific to its time and place, and become a reflection of local cultrue.
Part of this will be to integrate a material into cement that holds thi skey to the future, introducing a dialectic into the monolith.

Cement Works – Mid July Update

For those interested in the progress on Cement Works, here is an update.

2015 - A

2015 – A

9″ x 12″ x 1.5″

Quickcrete (stiff mix)

2015 – A is an experiment using found object (glass).   It is cast into the concrete.  Note the sworls and patterns within the larger surface field itself.

2015 - B

2015 – B

8″ x 21″ x 2″

Quickcrete – stiff – with light kit

2015 - C "CTR"

2015 – C

7″ x 5″ x 1″

Quickcrete – stiff mix

Monogram tiles

2015 - D

2015 – D

10″ dia x 6″ high

Quickcrete mix (stiff) with bottlecaps

Cooper vacuumed these bottlecaps from Stardust in 2009 and saved them.  The intent is to create a water fountain with an aquarium pump.

The main series of 6 pieces will get uncorked from its form over the next couple weeks.  Please contact me if you would like to view any of these in person.  Demand is high so a deposit is required on a piece to be delivered later this autumn.

Trust in the waste stream: cement works update

March 2015 – On Virginia Drive in Audubon Park, a homeowner graciously donated old plywood sheathing.  He already helpfully cut it into segments that were perfect to construct boxes for the concrete forms.  This anonymous Orlando homeowner became an unwitting collaborator in this new art project.

By the time I found all this plywood, I had enlarged the idea and planned the project in a sort of “design development” phase with these drawings.  They were definitive.  A heavily textured, horizontally grooved surface modulates with a smoother and more monolithic surface.  I wanted them large enough to have some presence, and be able to pour them in three lifts.  I hope that each lift will seep down to the lift below and interact with it. Each set of 3 blocks will be poured in 3 lifts.

I want the lifts to be evident in the final product so I will loosen the form around the cement before pouring each upper lift, so that it seeps down the sides of the lift below.  The purpose of this is to articulate, in cement, a 2x3x3 mathematics.

Sketch of blocks 1, 2, and 3

In my quest for the strategic incremental, I’ve created a few simple rules and then used these rules to make a specific event happen.  A grooved, textured wall might be interrupted by a window, a smooth wall, or an embed.  That’s the rule.  It’s simple.  The embed must be a hard thing – metal, or glass.  That’s all.

In the 2x3x3 mathematics, there are 18 variations on this rule.  As it turns out, the specific events have been tightly interlaced and follow one another in sequence.  I suppose that’s inevitable when working in such a small spaces.  As the old saying goes, it’s a game of inches.

Sketch of blocks 4, 5, and 6

The point is, that these drawings do not dictate the exact end product.  Unlike architecture, which functions in the realm of the rational comprehensive, there is a lot more freedom in this way of thinking.  The drawings act as only a rough guide.  They’re the start.

The strategic incremental works really well with wide open eyes and ears. That is, it works when you are attuned to your surroundings.  You can hear the voices outside your head, and see the things outside of your brain.  These two activities seem less and less frequent these days.  They’re really important. I’ve developed an ability – primitive, I must admit – to stay quiet and still, and sure enough I can see and hear the things that really matter.

In this case, after making these sketches, I started to sensitize myself to the things that would be needed to realize them in cement.  Amazingly, bit by bit, the pieces have come to me, in a flow of materials that have appeared just at the exact right time.  Each material has appeared just when it was needed.  I had no premonition of the item beforehand; it was a case of totally being in the right place at the right time.  I have therefore been able to take these, incorporate them into the cement works, and flow smoothy from drawing to concrete without spending money.  Instead, I trust in the waste stream.

The half-inch plywood was suitably weathered and even had delicious organic white mold veined on one side.  I turned this inside, anticipating its surface pattern on the concrete.  The plywood was just on the verge of being too rotten and beat-up to use, so it was the perfect donation. The fact that I found it in this state – its first use complete, and its lifespan nearly over – just in time for constructing these forms was auspicious.  This meant that the rest of the material for the cement works would follow the same pathway.

In fact, writing now in June, that is exactly how the last three months have worked out. Incorporating any kind of found material into art is in itself an art form.  It has to do with being sensitive to the spirit of the material.  Like most people, I navigate through a blinding blizzard of urgent commercialism, hurrying to and fro, occupying my time with meetings and messages and deadlines and just-in-time delivery of drawings, delivering and picking up children, tapping on laptops and worrying about hundreds of little things.  In between, I can still hear the spirit of things, and these objects have come to me through listening carefully to their voices.

Oh, it’s about seeing them, too.  The plywood slabs shouted loud – I only had to back up a few feet to get them into the car.  They set the pace for the rest of the material I gathered across the next three months. I decided to build them upside down and pour into them from the bottom.  Various boxes, collected over the years, became the top shapes.  Their sizes didn’t much matter, as long as they worked together in the topology of the top.  Strategic incremental.

Closeup of form for blocks 1, 2.

After the forms were complete, a lull ensued in the voices.  Not too many were heard.  I hunted for foam.  At a party, when asked what I was doing, I even said “at the present moment, looking for foam,” and it paid off – by verbalizing it, the material apparated somewhat thereafter.  In the meantime, corrugated cardboard became form liner, and it represents the archeology of patience inside forms 1, 2, and 3.  I continued with the project using a second-tier material until the foam arrived.

I knew I needed a lot of foam, and I didn’t really know what I was looking for.  I was holding out for half-inch polyisocyanurate boards, blue if possible.  I’ve been working with this stuff since the 1990s as an art material and know my way around it.

But then on my way down US 27 one morning, I spied it.  First Foam, that was a great day.  A styrofoam cooler of some size was on the side of the road, and it took about 5 minutes to make the two u-turns to harvest it off of the shoulder.  After that, the foam continued to show up – more foam on US27, and then finally the roofing foam from a waste pile at a construction site.

The roofing foam came in late April.  It was a hot day and I intentionally parked beside a scrap pile of steel, wood, pipe scraps and foam.  The roofing foam was ordinary styrofoam and it had been sitting outside for months.  The sheets were quite large, and when I shoved them into the car, they stank.

I had to drive with the seat way back, scrunched down under the foam panel over my head.  I stopped to get gator jerky for Cooper – he had developed a taste for it after a trip to the Everglades.  I looked Polk County, rumpled and covered with foam dust, in the store.

But the foam turned out to be perfect for the use that I needed, to line the interior.  And finally, I tore the blue polyiso off of the wall and into the forms it all went.  There’s a little bit leftover.  When you’re working in strategic incremental, nothing should be precious.  When you’re dealing with found objects, the energy of the particular object can be overpowering if you let it.  Don’t let it.  I didn’t, and am glad for it.

All the while, I was waiting and listening and looking for some kind of metal reinforcing material. Just a few streets down, out by the trash, two fine rolls of green-painted wire grid fencing were rolled up and are the perfect reinforcing.  Didn’t even need to go back; by now I could see it and hear it and react smoothly in real time.

Interior of form for blocks 4, 5, and 6.  It's like an inside out architectural model.

I worked with this stuff today. It snips and bends easily, is about 2″  x 3″ so it fits into the forms and will make great reinforcing.  The leftover pieces are already inspiring smaller visions of found-object art; little versions of the reticulae and Michtam.

It is one thing to sketch out an idea and build a model of it.  It is entirely another to build an inside-out model of the space surrounding the object.  This remains the most difficult mental exercise yet encountered:  looking at a sketch of an object, imagining the form that needs to be built to pour concrete to make something look like that sketch.  It exercises a little-used part of my brain and I’ve gotten better at it, but not good enough yet.  This is the part of my brain that needs to “build up a body of work” as Susan League challenged me to do.  I’m still working on this.

Form for Block #4.

But I did it, as best as I could.  It could only take place in total quiet and removal of all distractions.  It was like doing higher math without pencil or paper; or tusseling with  a philosophy question.  Once I could finally visualize the shape, getting it into foam was typically simple.

The interior abutting faces were never sketched, but I imagined that these would be a place to be a little freeform – hopefully making a positive/negative shape implying a certain fitting-into.  This never really happened but what did happen was embeds.  Yes, embedded into the concrete will be a couple other materials – opaque milky glass and metal.

I haven’t been as aggressive with voids in this series, partly because they are devilishly difficult to reinforce around and to pour around.  There are voids around the place and they should work, but they are pretty straightforward.  It is the surface I’m concerned about this time around.

The last reinforcing should go in and a pour will be announced for a weekend in late June.  Many thanks to multiple homeowners and the bounty of a construction waste site for all the materials that flowed over to me during this process.