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Lucky Fate
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The less time you have when constructing a piece of art, the more likely you are to make a mistake. But the less time you have, the more time you have saved doing other things with your life.

In the remaining time left counting down to my exhibition, I took a little gamble in making a tiny new piece at the last minute and the effort seems to have paid off. One’s good fate is the result of luck, or sheer skill? In my case it’s always luck. Bad and good.

Brother, Got a Light?
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I’m a week away from my upcoming exhibition in London at Riflemaker Gallery. In my random pockets of time I have put together some new work which will be intermixed with a variety of works I’ve made over the last five years. The official opening is Monday 30, April 6PM to Midnight. If you’re in the vicinity of Regent Street, please come and visit us at 79 Beak Street.

London Showers bring May Flowers
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I was invited to select my favorite designed object for the Design Museum in London’s 25/25 exhibition which opened just recently. My selection was the Dyson vacuum cleaner series — they really do suck (advertising pun intended). Incidentally I’m giving a talk there on May 2 in the event that you are in the vicinity.

Made to Stick

 

Being a big fan of duct tape, I couldn’t resist picking up Made to Stick by Chip and Dan Heath with its clever embossed image of my favorite adhesive technology. The premise of the book is that there are certain characteristics of ideas that become “sticky” in the minds of consumers: simplicity, unexpectedness (differences), concreteness, credibility (trust), emotion (emotion), and stories. I enjoyed their treatise on simplicity where they defined the equation of simplicity = core + compact. Their definition certainly embodies their own principle.

Step by Step

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As I waited in line at Boston Logan International Airport, I enjoyed the anonymous shadows projected from one of the escalators in the lobby. One by one, they would come down to join me in line with bag in hand. Although I knew that they were one of me, their clear context of travel was made surreal and abstract by the window shading. I appreciated this dreamy moment to preface a ten hour flight in general darkness.