Blurring the lines between the images, creative process and my life is about continuous learning – learning about image making, learning about the creative process, learning about myself, and, step by step, learning what it really means to be free and at peace.
It started him on a long descent from top IBM salesman to homeless on the streets of Brooklyn some 20 years later. Our relationship followed a similar trajectory; we spoke only twice in his final ten years.
Directions to Enough is a series of experimental, instructional self-help videos. The project functions on several levels: 1) communicate to the audience a useful guideline for improving psychological and emotional health, 2)…
Unlike previous projects which explored the dark corners of dark spaces, the strange-looking “box camera” became the portal through which happy memories and comforting feelings emerged.
There are times we speak for 20 or 30 minutes without discussing art at all.
It was never enough then, and it was never enough for a lifetime.
The few family stories about my grandfathers had alcohol as the leading character.
When my father died, his ashes were sent to me. I put the brown box on a shelf in our laundry room and forgot about it.
Seeking to cope with the upheaval, my five-year-old self created a story.
“Keep uncertainty alive as long as possible.” I heard this piece of advice while watching a documentary about video artist William Kentridge.
Small Surprises began when I was given this guidance: “I think you should seek to have pleasurable moments during ordinary experiences”.
12 years later, I stand on the mound on warm and windy day. Senior year in high school. The catcher puts down two fingers and I throw another deuce. It is breaking big and wide today.
Jay has produced and creative directed hundreds of commercial projects for companies such as Sony, Mattel, Merck, Disney and many, many others. Media formats have included video, installations, print, eLearning, and live stage productions.
In the end, objects representing the pain of my childhood ended in a big ball — a big ball of objects entangled in brown jute twine, fishing line, rope and red and white polka dot material. Then in a process resembling ritual…
